There’s a series of photographs of my sister and me as teenagers. We are hiking as a family in a jungle in Indonesia. It looks hot and sticky. My mom is handing us a piece of fresh mango.
We just stand there firing death stares of pure hatred at the camera.
Looking back at it, I feel so ashamed at how spoilt I seem. I mean, what an amazing opportunity — so, why the scowl?!
Today, that would be my ideal holiday. But it seems an 8h hike in humid, tropical conditions doesn’t tempt a teen — even if that teen is me.
Well, I appreciate it now.
And I’m sure that tomorrow, I’ll appreciate today.