A flashback

When I was tidying up the other day I found my ID card from when I was at uni. I certainly look and feel much more weather-beaten now than I did then. In fact I'd forgotten that I used to look younger. The card brought back all sorts of good memories of intellectual fulfillment and of happy times. I was taken seriously for the first time in my life, by both the lecturers and the other students. I think I must have been a bit of a handful. Well why not? I had to wait until I was nearly middle-aged to have my teenage years.