Lousy Food Banished

I think most people still have that “kid at heart” feeling tucked away somewhere. I don’t always know when it shows up for me, but I’ve noticed it more in others — especially men.

A lot of men I know are basically just big kids. They hang onto pieces of their childhood — collecting matchbox cars, old toys, or setting up full model train tracks in their sheds so they can play conductor all day long.

My stepdad is one of them. He collects old milk bottles, Weetbix cards, magazines, and lolly jars — little treasures from his past. And yes, he’s the one out in the shed, happily playing conductor like it’s still 1970. There’s something really wholesome about that kind of nostalgia, holding onto the parts of childhood that made life simple and joyful.

Sometimes I think it must be easier for men to stay kids at heart than women. I do wish I could be a kid again.

It’s funny how, when we’re little, all we want is to grow up — and when we finally get here, all we want is to go back to that age where ignorance really was bliss.