When I started back at the barn where I grew up riding, one question came up far more fequently than any of the others.....
"So, are you done with school yet?"
"Um, I'm 28. I have a Master's degree."
"Oh."
It's funny how the people who watched me grow up, never truly see me as an adult and it's more than just a little annoying. I talked to my dad about it and he gave me this little pearl of wisdom, "In order to see you as an adult, they would have to admit that they've gotten older." Oh. That is why you can't go home again.
After another brief hiatus I'm back at the same barn and thankfully almost all of them have stopped asking me when I am going to graduate. All except for one, but she only does it in jest.
"So, have you graduated yet?"
"I'm almost thirty."
[pause for visible mental adjustment]
"Have your kids graduated yet?"
[sigh]
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goodwitch says:
Monday 19, 2006My philosophy...I refuse to grow up! My sweetie gave me the nickname of "the four year old" when we were in college...and it stuck. So...when I say I'm 42 and people don't believe me...I giggle and skip off!
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