I'm a big kid now
It seemed about time for someone to write in about what it's like to finally be a big kid. When we were little we pictured ourselves as big kids, having jobs where you drank coffee out of mugs just like teachers did, where you cooked big meals that involved roasts that looked so perfect that it was obvious that the animal must have died happy, and where your curtains matched your sheets, which matched your valances, which matched your tea cozies.




