Friday, August 11, 2006

A child's view


The other day I was bored, so I went for a walk around North Fremantle. As I started to make my way back to our house a thought occurred to me that I am no longer a child and very much a 'responsible' adult. Which made me wonder, at what point did that happen? I have still been a child for longer than I have been and adult, so these adult shoes I fill can still sometimes feel strange.

As I walked back I examined my life as if I were still a child and wondered what the child version of me would think of my life right now. Would I approve, or would I have expected myself to have achieved a lot more by now?

Firstly child me loved that I live in North Fremantle. Ever since I was a kid this has been my favourite suburb, plus I grew up in the suburb next door, so I got a tick for that. Then I saw my house and thought 'wow, how cool I must be rich, and I'm probably married with kids and stuff!'. I got down on one knee to 'child level' and slowly broke it to myself that I in fact didn't own that house, and that although I live with children they aren't mine.

Next I showed me my shiny red car, after the other let down poor little me assumed that it was rented or belonged to someone else. I proudly opened the door to show myself the inside and explained that no it is mine, and I've worked hard to get it! I didn't have the heart to tell me I'm probably going to have to sell it.

Then my little self asked about my 'career'. I told her about all the things I had done with my life so far, she sat in awe listening to my stories, she was very excited to be doing all those things, so I think I got another tick there.

And lastly little me asked if I had a boyfriend, and all I could do was impart this sage advice: 'In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do'. I'm not sure that I understood, but I'm sure I will some day.

4 Comments:

At 4:46 PM , Blogger Adam said...

And little me would say:

"Congratulations, you learnt to love all food. Except licorice, and sultanas. Well done :)"

 
At 4:21 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

My little guy would probably be wondering where this little irish chick Emma went? He liked her heaps...

Ahh well 6 year old romances rarely ever last :)

 
At 7:51 AM , Blogger Milly said...

The thing that often does my head in about licorice is the packaging often says 'eating licorice'...I ask you, what else would you do with it?

 
At 3:57 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

What a lovely post! It has the potential to be turned into a lovely story, too (not that I have any idea if you even write stories). But it definitely had me thinking about what my child self would think of adult me. A very interesting concept.

 

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