I read this this morning and identified completely:
"Being an adult is only an illusion. When it comes down to it I'm not sure any of us ever really grow up. We simply grow taller and hairier. Sometimes, I feel amazed that I am allowed to drive a car, or that I have not been found out for drinking in the pub.
Beneath the veneer of adulthood, beneath the layers of experience we accrue as we the years march stoically onward, we are all still children, with scraped knees and snotty noses, who need our parents ...and our friends".
Excerpt from "The Chalk Man" by C.J. Tudor