Whenever I visit my parents I realise I am still young because my own conversations do not yet consist entirely of 1) a catalogue of ailments, or 2) a list of people who have died, or 3) obsessions about people stealing things from my dustbin. These things must, however, come to all of us.
wow, I will be 25 on May 7th (the day i give up smoking :o( ) and 1) complain of my ailments 2) have a list of friends who have died in extreme ways...i.e parachuting with no parachute and 3) have indeed had my wheelie bin knocked over...though may have been the wind. I feel young when I dance around the house messing about listening to music, sorry, CHOONS MAN, INNIT! or being with my cousins whose ages range from 1-18 and playing their games like hungry hippos and kerplunk!
Springtime! Daffodils and tree blossom, the smell of hot sand on holiday, winning something random, eating doughnuts without licking your lips, seeing my mates. Oh loads of stuff really!