Jack’s here. He’s 10. He reminds me of me. Hanging around with the older people, asking them questions, seeing how things are done.

I’m a few years older now but I still remember what it was like when I was 10.

I know how Jack feels.

You’ve figured some things out but you’re still curious about what the adults are doing.

I’m what Jack would call an adult.

I was writing the other day and he asked me, why are you doing work?

I told him, I’m not working, I’m writing.

But isn’t that work?

I told him I enjoyed writing so I didn’t see it as work.

He said me too. Then asked why I write.

I told him, when I write I get to try and figure out the world, I try to turn the stories in my head into words.

Want to go for a swim?

Sure.

I packed it up.

Thought, I’m older now. But still more curious about the world than ever. And then I realised.

I’ve got a job here.

Jack’s gonna be looking up to me.

Better pretend like I know what’s happening.