One of my favourite films while I was growing up was Big starring Tom Hanks.
If you’ve not seen it, it’s all about a 12-year-old boy who, after queuing up for a carnival ride, is told he is too small and cannot get in.
This embarrassing moment happens in front of an older girl he is trying to impress.
This results in him visiting a fortune-telling machine and wishing to be ‘big’. He is then aged into adulthood overnight.
Recently I was reminded of this movie when my daughter Caitlin declared ‘Daddy, I wish I was bigger’ after being told she was too small to go inside one of those large balls that allows you to walk on water while we were on holiday.
But while on the flight to holiday, the tables had turned. My daughters were sitting next to me with their legs stretched out and plenty of leg room, whereas I felt like cattle with my knees pressed hard against the seat in front of me. If I had access to a fortune-telling machine on that flight, I would have wished to be small again.