childish

Youth never really goes away. We never truly get old. We hit another birthday but in reality it is a number, inside we are still young.

Thinking of something to write, I remembered when I looked after my nephews. I had made them a drink and was walking through the backroom into the living room when William appeared from between the rungs of the open wooden staircase with a "BOO!".

I jumped of course at the surprise and part of the drinks I was carrying went on the floor.