Nostalgia

When I was younger I wanted to be a hairdresser. Until I turned 5, then I wanted to be a zookeeper.

By the time I was 9 we moved house to a place 'up country' where there are many fields, and lots of nothing. Then I wanted to be a bat, (yep, the black flying around on a radar at night type of bat) and spent most of my weekends up trees or hanging upside down off the climbing frame.

Then I wanted to be a footballer, and made Dad go out in the summer evenings to kick a ball around....that one didn't last long!

The other day I went out for a run but as I couldnt be bothered running far enough so I'd have to force myself to run back, I did circuits round the grassy area where the goal posts are close to the house and it reminded me of how much I used to love running around down there with a football.

And although I've got absolutely no idea what I want to do now I'm at the age I should be deciding, I'm still pretty good at hanging upside down off the goalposts! Oh to be 9 again and have a good excuse for doing it!