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[noodles_morgyn]

I was just thinking today... I love being a grown-up. I love how I'm old enough to eat a whole punnet of strawberries by myself for dessert (when I was a kid one tiny punnet split between the three of us was a huge treat... I'm not sure why), I love how I'm old enough to bugger off to the other end of the country on my own on the spur of the moment

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[cookie_chef]

I agree. My mother and stepdad used to crab at me for things and not let me do others. Mom was super strict. Rules all over the place. When I got out on my own, I can remember being so elated at having MTV on for hours, for eating whatever I pleased for breakfast, no matter the nutritional value, and for letting the tap water run in the sink (because, after all, I was the one paying the bills now!). I loved it. I still love it. Umpteen years later.

[noodles_morgyn]

Exactly!