Being 8

Being eight strikes me as being somewhere between truly suckful and fully sick depending on the day, the activity, the number of siblings and the amount of sleep you’ve had. You can still play lego for hours but you really want to sit on the Internet without having to ask your mum for her email account as verification. You like shows like This Old House but SpongeBob is still your favourite. You want to stay up late every night but your mum won’t let you. Everything is new and exciting but that means you still have a lot to learn. Frustrating.