The realisation that I am no longer made of rubber...
When you are young you bounce - bumps, falls and cuts are met with crying and pain, only for you to have forgotten all about it five minutes later and gone back to playing, and a week later even the scar has done a runner leaving behind some fresh and pristine new skin. Broken bones? Sure a broken arm may ruin your plans of going swimming in the summer holidays, but 6 weeks later it is all forgotten about.

Skip forwards to the point I realised I am getting older when I noticed that instead of vanishing into thin air, all those minor bumps and scrapes are sticking about and leaving their mark on my skin months later. The broken bone that was a month of annoyance now becomes an eternity of hope that it will heal properly and endless twinges and pain left behind for the future.

Not that this changes what I do at all, tree climbing is just as much fun in your 20's, setting fire to stuff in the garden just as amusing as always (if perhaps somewhat larger in scale nowadays) and riding about on my bike still brings a smile to my face.

Sod the scars, a permanent reminder to myself that growing up doesn't mean stopping having fun and doing silly things...
(442, Wed 13 Jun 2012, 12:54, 1 reply)

"The realisation that I am no longer made of rubber..."
Unlike your girlfriend...biddum tish!
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Wed 13 Jun 2012, 15:53, closed)