I remember being 8 (or maybe it was 10?) and trying to envision what my life would be like when I was an adult…at 40. I couldn’t imagine anything beyond that. (My parents were 40 when I was 10, so that might have been why I couldn’t imagine beyond that year). I have to say, despite a LOT of bad twists and turns, things turned out pretty much the way I imagined. And that’s good. Or lucky.
Ben probably is still hungry and wants ice cream. The inner child remains!
Ten year old tend to think in the here and now.
I’m 66 and still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up!
Ten year old Ben would surely concur.