And the winner is “I was Born Grown-Up” with a whopping 32% of the vote.
I have wanted to be a grownup since I was about three years old. Seriously. I guess I was a fairly cute child, and growing up with blue eyes and freckles in Honduras meant I got a lot of attention from passersby. When theyâ€™d stop and exclaim to their friends to admire the â€śchichĂâ€ť (Honduran slang for baby), Iâ€™m told I used to become angry, stamp my foot, and insist I was a grownup. Apparently this was hilarious.
What was it about adulthood I so coveted? I think it was mostly what I perceived to be an adultâ€™s freedom and independence. As an adult, I could manage my own household, come and go from it as I pleased, travel anywhere in the world that interested me, and engage in tantalizing adult conversation at dinner parties rather than be relegated to the kidsâ€™ table. People would trust me with responsibilities, I would earn a position of leadership at my job, and at home I would have a dog that I had personally trained to be the Best Dog Ever.
I cannot offer PMK the best dog ever, because I think Lassie is dead. However, I can offer her a flask! And other gifts. And some measure of fame, by telling you to read her entire story here.