Helen Moorhouse: Why parents need to beware they don't foster bullying in the home
THE older I get, the happier I am, I think. The slippage southward of physical attributes is a minor inconvenience when compared with mid-life benefits such as self-confidence and good old cop on. I would take any form of physical decrepitude over being a kid again.
Being a teenager is the loneliest island -- the insecurity, the having-to-look-cool-when-you-have-no-idea-what-the-hell-is-going-on-ness of those formative years makes me shudder.
Those years when you've developed a sensitivity chip, but it's malfunctioning. Passionate opinions are maybe where sympathy should be, the fight-back button is triggered instead of the shut-up-and-listen switch. It's the human form taking shape. And at that time, that human form is soft as putty and it needs a hand being moulded.