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?
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.