Aah, wishing our lives away. When you’re in class one, you can’t wait to finish junior school. High school, can’t wait to be done. Can’t wait ‘til you can drive, vote, drink, earn your own money, live in your own place. Can’t wait ‘til your kids sleep through the night. Drive themselves around. Can’t wait to retire and have freedom. Then suddenly we get to the age where we realise we’ve wished it all away too quickly. We’ve blinked and it’s gone. We start backtracking and wish we were young again. What age would I write on the board?
12? No thank you! 20? Yes please!