Set Up Like A Deck Of Cards

I’m not a boy, not yet a man

I was walking through the street today and there was a little girl, maybe 5 years old, who was walking with her mum but doing that kid dawdle, where they walk really slow and kind of swerve around so it makes it impossible for you to walk past them.

The mum realised and took the kid’s hand and said, “Let this man past”.

I smiled my thanks and kept walking but in my head it felt like fireworks were exploding, because it felt weird to be called a ‘man’.

I’m not saying people call me a child all the time, but I’m not sure I’ve heard someone refer to me as a man before.  It felt weird.

I’m 29 years old.