[You don't need to be told that WORD in that line above is changed depending on the word I'm looking up, do you? You do? Leave. Now.]
For Sunday Scribblings this week, I thought I'd look for a hook, so I typed the following:
And I didn't even bother looking at the results. Why?
That's what I've done pretty much all my life.
As a young child, I defined an adult as someone whom I had to treat with deference, to address as "Sir" or "Ma'am" and to turn to one if I were ever in danger.
As a young teen, I defined adults as hopeless, and I did my best to outsmart them.
At 15 through my later teen years, I knew, of course, that I was the definition of an adult.
But when was I really an adult? Hell if I know. All I know for sure is that my definition of "adult" has aged right alongside me.
My eldest is nearly 13. He defines adults as hopeless. He surely lumps me into that category
Yeah, that's how one should define: adult.