When I Grow Up

I wanted to be a sausage roll.

Can you blame me? AC/DC's It’s a Long Way to the Top got stuck in my head as “It’s a long way to the top if you want a sausage roll.”

Shannon Noll? In my four-year-old mind, he quickly became “Sausage Roll.” I’ll chalk that up to my preoccupation with Aussie slang and maybe a touch of undiagnosed dyslexia.

Nobody warns you that by the time you graduate to the advanced tier of the after-school swimming program, the endless supply of sausage rolls and frogs in a cup will be gone. Horrific, right? Fortunately, you can always count on mini pies and sausage rolls to hold their spot as the party scene’s power couple—the ultimate life of the gathering.

When I grow up, I want to embody that reliable comfort. I want to be the stable reminder that, after a tough day (or swim), everything will be okay.

So maybe I wasn’t so far off after all.