Grown Up

It soon will be twenty-five years since I arrived. My memories of wanting to grow up when I was a kid are clear. I wished it not once not twice but on numerous occasions. The first one of those is perhaps the most amusing. I was in the third standard when the school had organized a trip to Essel World. For reasons clear to me today I wasn't allowed on the most exciting rides because I wasn't tall enough. Ever since I wished time would fly by and I'd be 'grown up.'

Now I'm grown up. Time flew by quicker than I thought. Do I like it? Yes! I know many guys around who'd love to be kids again. But not me.