So I've just made my most recent discovery, after helping my five-year-old sister make her own 'Lolly Pop Lady Stick', that she's exactly four A4 sheets of paper high. Why is this relevent to everyone dropping like flies? It's not, it's just the amazement of how much has changed about her that led me to think about how much has changed elsewhere since last year.
Everyone's all grown up; moving out, going to uni, getting careers. It's scary thinking that I haven't even touched upon those things, that it's time to become a proper adult, yet somehow exciting. I don't know.
I just miss last summer, not a care in the world.