When did I first realize I was an adult? How many times can I have been wrong? Let me count the ways. When I no longer believed in Santa Claus. When I was first baby sat. When I was first really kissed. When I got my driver’s license. When I first fell in love. When I was accepted to the college of my choice. When I graduated from High School. When I was a sleep away counselor and then became Head Riding Instructor at that same camp. When I had my first legal drink, first voted, got a full-time job while still in college, graduated college, bought myself a car, graduated social work school, had sex, left home to live in my own apartment, moved to New York City, got married, became a parent, got published, turned 50, then 60. Not yet.
Never fully grown-and proud of it.
My staying strong tip. Never become just an adult, play like a child every day, better yet, play with a child every day.
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Fabulous! I like to wonder what I will be when I grow up..growing never stops if we are wise!