Is that you don't know when you're going to stop. Of course there is a percieved time within which you kknow the hormones will *hopefully* not keep being loaded into loving receptors... But that is not the point. Being sixteen (at the moment, I'm sure it will change within a year...) I am still growing and this means my balance is something I constantly have to re-learn. The other day I got out of bed and promptly fell over due to lack of bearing. I am always losing memory of a slightly shorter me. Things are easier when you are short! I would ideally like to stop growing now. That would be lovely. I rollerblade, I go to the gym (yes, I haven't been in a while, but I will go), I ice skate, I cycle, I dance (only in my room when I think there's nobody watching). These things are hard to do now that I'm five foot five. It sounds silly but it's like I can feel that the longer i am, the further my head rests from my feet, the more difficult it is to keep it safe up there. I haven't tripped over in a LONG time though.
However....Looking at my feet all the time does pose some problems. First, I look like a recluse. I'm not one! Second, I don't see people in front of me (or lampposts) and walk into them instead. Have you ever walked into an inanimate object and profusely apologised? I have, probably about four times, in public, with family, on the way home, or whatever. I also kicked a galss table and broke my foot (don't ask), and carefully checked the table. My excuse for this was that "the table will not heal. The foot will."
Incidentally... The foot is still a little messed up... but no matter, no matter (Albus Dumbledore quotes are beginning to leak into my every day language...)
Haven't seen the new Harry Potter movie yet. I hope it's either good enough to write a review about... Or bad enough to take the mickey out of BIG TIME.
Good day to YOU, sirs and madams!
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