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 they’d stop and exclaim to their friends to admire the “chichí” (Honduran slang for baby), I’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 adult’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 kids’ 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.