Flight.
On my flight to Indiana last week, I was surrounded by children. When flying, you kind of come to expect having an annoying kid around… but I had three. From different families. And all of them had the same disciplinary method: ignore them. It was terrible. I couldn’t turn my music up loud enough. Ah, I almost forgot. One of them was ill. And you know children… they don’t cover their mouths… they wipe everything all over commonly shared and touched things. Anyway, I dislike children a lot. EXCEPT my AP Lit teacher’s daughter. She’s my favourite. Granted, I’ve only talked to her once, and not for very long… but she’s definitely wonderful. Six years old… who would have thought I’d ever not hate a six-year-old?