
When I was around 20, I caught little glistens of grey flecked through my hair in the car rear vision mirror.
It made me think back to a family holiday when I was around seven or eight years old. Passers-by remarked to my parents, “It’s so nice of you to look after your three grandchildren.” Mum and Dad both laughed it off. It was the best that they could do.
The thing was, they did not look old. It’s not uncommon to go grey, but it astounds me how rude people can be about a few silver hairs.
When my father was in his 20s people used to tell him, “You’re going grey, you know?”
