Barnstorming on an Invisible Segway

Yeah, that would have been good. I remember telling my mom once that I didn't have any interest in growing up, not because being not-grown-up was all that great, but because I couldn't see anything adults did that was fun. She gave me what was probably the best response she could have given if she had sat down and thought about it for a week: that just as there were things that interested me that I wouldn't have liked or understood when I was five, there would probably be things I liked when I was an adult that wouldn't appeal to me yet now (the "now" that was when the conversation was taking place). And I allowed as how that might be true, and I was willing to give it a chance (wow, I've been reading Suzette Haden Elgin's Ozark trilogy and it's rubbing off on my word choices! which is kind of fun, but that is really not a phrase that's normally in my idiolect--end language digression) and you know what? She was right!