Looking back to my childhood, all the pointers were there at an early age. The stroppiness, the anti social behaviour (hiding in the hydrangeas with a bucket of water and a bicycle pump and spraying it over passers by); carving pictures of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table on the headboard of my bed; sending my uncle a ticking clock and pretending it had just arrived in the post; painting the dog's colour with phospherous paint (not sure of its exact name but it glowed in the dark) so people thought they were seeing things when my Dad took it for a walk at night....
I could go on and on... but you don't deserve that.
My question is - do you think we really change much as we get older? Or are we really still children just beneath the skin?
