I dont think I shared this before here but SIAP: but I am a realist. Like the realest of the realists. How real am I? This was me in first grade:
It was the 100th day of class so we were doing a bunch of activities related to the number 100. Macaroni art with 100 noodles, math problems with 100, and one painting of what we would be doing when we are 100. Well most of the class has people old and gray, maybe with some family or spouse, sitting at home or traveling or whatever fairy tale they have painted themselves. Me, I painted a skeleton in a box under ground, with a tomb stone and tree. I knew even then I wasnt going to make it to 100 yo. Teacher asked me to explain and I said I wouldn't want to be 100 because I couldnt do anything fun. No point in being unreasonable in my expectations for life.
Teacher told my mom and they still talk about it today. Teacher said she never saw that type of self awareness in anyone. I wasnt sick, didnt have any dead family, I just knew people didnt live that long.
If anything I have gotten more naive as I have gotten older.