That part I’ll agree with; if you have started, telling your parents or teachers is NOT high on your list of things to do.

Its kinda funny though, my parents sidestepped the whole me-telling thing my assuming I’d started Long before I had. Go figure.
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BTW, the intention my parents had when they gave me my “sex education” was definitely not for me to have any physical relationships with anyone. In fact, I’m certain it was the opposite.

As they say, it takes two to tango

Yes it does. Unless you are talking about hormone enraged boys who are happy just as long as the other participant isn’t fighting back too much. OK, that’s a tiny bit tongue in cheek, but a couple of things to understand about boys…

1. We don’t understand the concept of subtlety
2. We don’t understand girls AT ALL
3. We don’t hear the first 50 “No’s”
4. We believe that the 51st “No” is really a “Yes”
5. Occasionally we believe that we can turn the “No” into a “Yes” after the event.

Don’t kid yourself that children aren’t having sex. They are. And they are starting at younger and younger ages. And guess what? They never ever tell adults (parents or teachers) that they are doing it. And yes, that includes the kids in your year 10 class. Not all of them, but definitely one or two.

Cynically yours
Steve.
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It amazes me how we treat our sons and daughters so differently. As you intimated with the book in a bag story, you were encouraged to start a physical relationship and yet girls are called all the names under the sun if they’re known to be involved with someone at a young age. As they say, it takes two to tango

I thought sure, why not. My daughter is 7 (at the time), how graphic can it get…

I damn near crashed the car when I heard coming from the back seat: “…well the daddy dinosaur puts his penis in…”

My first wife gave birth to her son a couple of months before her 14th birthday! (no, not to me)

So, I don’t care what you say, I’m maintaining my healthy level of paranoia and visiting boyfriends will be met while I’m sharpening my very large and very sharp chef’s knife.

Oh, one last thing I want to add. My sex education consisted of my mother handing me a book in a brown paper bag saying “here, your father said read this”. I took it as a form of permission and started looking for ways to lose my virginity.

Believe it or not, I’ve actually been in a couple of jobs I really hated. As in, hated so much that when I finally quit I had this huge grin on my face for a week. And less money, but that’s another story. It’s more necessary, I think, to make fun then – I got through it by imagining all the callers were munchkins (I worked in a call centre; it’s hard to get irritated at an angry munchkin hopping up and down in rage at you).
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I think life can knock the fun out of people. I like to think that I have fun but I’m lucky in that I spend a lot of time around our children. They force me to have a sense of humour

But I imagine that if you’re stuck in a job you hate, it can be hard to seek out the fun. Or maybe it then becomes even more nessesary to do so?

You know it’s funny, we’re the only animal capable of being silly yet for the most part we don’t take advantage of that. Life is for living, if you’re not having fun you’re not living, ergo you’re not alive. HOWEVER, there has to be more to it than that of course – but I don’t see why it should be before you have your first job/move out/go to university.

Take time to be young!

*ahem* As for wise; nah I just have this unhealthy addiction to personal development, it affects you after a while.
.-= Heather´s last blog ..Alpha Maps: Control what other people see with textures =-.

Heather, you are wise beyond your years Us grown-ups need to stop taking life so seriously. But there needs to be a balance because constant mischief would breed chaos.