Goodness. According to this evolution chart I am still a toddler.
At primary school I was told that a living organism is one that is born, grows up, reproduces and dies. Fine with me. But I never grew up to become a girl jumping up and down in her little skirt (tomboy, used to hate skirts), I was never a glamorous twenty-something on high heels, I was never pregnant, and surely I am not an overstriding runner in a hat (I don’t like running, except in the Springsteen sense).
But it’s true after all, socially speaking I am still a toddler.