When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
So goes the prompt from the folks over at the Daily Post today. What a question! Of course, having watched my parents slog back and forth to work daily, go to the grocery store, pay bills, fuss about house repairs, I knew I was a grown-up when I started doing all the same sorts of things.
However, I have not lost my love of scary movies (the real, made-before-the-mid1980s-kind), staring at the night sky in hopes of seeing a UFO, imagining that the leaves blowing against my window at night in a Santa Ana breeze are really the fingernails of a witch, and hoping to find a 4-leaf clover in my Southern California front yard grass. If ever I lose my sense of wonder about life, I will not have grown up. I will have died and gone to the place opposite heaven.