By the looks of things, you're not alone with this one.
I am always walking into things. It is as if I my brain hasn't adapted to me not being the size of a child anymore, like somehow my brain thinks I can fit through a very small space with no repercussions. Which kind of might explain why it is that if my son if sitting with me, I sometimes am not sure if I'm looking at his hand or mine, even though his is actually about a quarter of the size of mine...
I am always walking into things. It is as if I my brain hasn't adapted to me not being the size of a child anymore, like somehow my brain thinks I can fit through a very small space with no repercussions. Which kind of might explain why it is that if my son if sitting with me, I sometimes am not sure if I'm looking at his hand or mine, even though his is actually about a quarter of the size of mine...
