Rites Of Passage

2005-12-17, Kushiro, Japan

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And so it was, last year, in the company of a heap of japanese kids, wearing what seemed like a smelly old set of grandpa pyjamas I passed into middle age with a succession of rambunctiously vociferated ho ho hos.

It was an inevitable rite of passage but I was not expecting it for a few years yet.

Also noted a kid I taught on one of my university pracs was drafted to the AFL last month.

Suddenly I don’t feel so young.