I can remember being a kid and wanting to learn to do so many things. I wanted to learn to tell time, so I could get a watch. I really wanted to learn how to walk down stairs like an adult. The letters I got from my grandmother in Texas looked so cool, I would fake her cursive with a scribble.
I now walk everywhere without a thought, which explains why I fell on my face earlier today. I refuse to wear a watch, because I won’t be a slave to time. And I’m lucky if I hand-write anything, much less in cursive
I can’t remember the last time I wanted to be an adult.