Maturity: Time and Place

This is my dad at a zoo (No, not abusing an animal. He just wanted a closer look at the big kitty on the top lounge-shelf-thing).

My dad's birthday is on and he's turning 42 years old. But really, he's just a big kid. When I was growing up, I was surrounded by big kids--mostly my parents friends/coworkers (my mom worked at the school I went to). Now, I don't know how, but by the age of 12, I had the maturity of... well, my dad. I was mature (sometimes too mature) when I had to be, but I knew how to have fun and be a kid.

My family has this phrase that we say all the time. "Time and place!" My mom usually has to say it. This phrase is a shortened version of "There is a time and place for everything."This is to keep my family sane and appropriate because sometimes we can be over the top and too immature.

Sometimes, it's just fun to break the rules and be a kid. This I know because I have some rad parents... and I'm a college student.