I don’t want to be childish, but so many of my old school friends have turned into unbelievably boring ‘grown-ups’ and seem to have taken over their grandparent’s old-fashioned opinions on the day they turned 25.
I fully plan to teach my kids how to make smoke bombs out of kitchen ingredients, like my grandpa showed me. For some reason I seem to be the only adult around who thinks that’s a useful skill to have.
If being grown-up means you can’t climb trees or draw a flower around the lightswitch in the kitchen just because you’ve graduated university some time ago, then I don’t want to grow up.
