And there I was, setting the ground to play hopscotch with my son.
I saw one of my neighbours staring at me, so I said “morning” and continued immerse in my important task…. Ready! Let’s play….
– “You are not going to play, are you? My neighbour asked.
– “Sure I am”, I replied.
– “Uh, don’t you think you are too old to do that?” she insisted
-“Ermmm, I don’t……are you?” I answered with a broad smile and threw the stone to the first square.
It wasn’t the first time she wanted me to behave as a grown-up. “Are you really going to wear that mini skirt?” “You wouldn’t dance that kind of music, would ya” “Why don’t you have your hair cut? It’s too long for your age”, “A tattoo? Are you kidding me?” and so on and on and on…..
The thing is, what is a grown up anyway? According to her comments, a grown-up is a person who “behaves his/her age”
What does that mean? I refuse to give up doing what I like just because someone tells me I’m an adult. Should I stay still, cut my hair and follow the “rules”?….no way!
I know that I won’t start behaving as a child in the middle of my classes..(Sometimes I do, though) or acting silly while having an important meeting, you know what I mean…but all that depends on where I am or what I’m doing, it doesn’t depend on how old I am.
My inner child dances happily inside my soul, and I love every move she makes and I’m more than pleased she’s stayed by my side through the years. I don’t want to watch some kids jumping the rope and think to myself “Oh I wish I could do it!” I just say “Can I?” I jump two or three times and then I continue my way, but extraordinarily happy.
After all, it’s when I’m a grown-up that I suffer the most, or take things more seriously than I should.
So, next step: as soon as classes are over I’ll get my tattoo done on my ankle…. and guess what? I’ll wear my mini skirt, knock my grumpy neighbour’s door and say “hey! look what I have!!!” He he he, too childish I know……I will feel soooooooo good!!!
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