Mouth-watering game of hopscotch
As a kid I couldn’t wait to be all grown up. I would wear whatever ludicrous and seasonally inappropriate garments to take my fancy, eat slabs of fruit and nut chocolate for dinner, stay up late, be free of homework, drive to Paris, have total control of the TV remote and own my own house, organised exactly how I want it. Now I am grown up (well, technically), the TV content is cactus, dresses worn in the harsh Canberra winter give me frostbite, I stay up late ploughing through life admin wishing I could just go to bed and my house is a complete mess.
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