I remember looking up to the grown-ups around me, thinking how one day I’d be just like them - well behaved, sophisticated, mature and in control of a lot of things.
As I grew older, the thought never quite shook off.
It’s funny because I am exactly at the age that I thought would be the age of sophistication, good behavior and maturity and I feel as though I am just as far off as I was all those years ago.
It’s as if I’m still waiting for the day to come, when I’m no longer so silly and reckless.
Sometimes I think that maybe every one of those grown-ups I met weren’t so grown-up themselves.