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When do you stop being a child and when do you start growing up?
When do you start to realize what growing up means?

It's not like childhood is always paired with carelessness, happiness and purity.
I can think of many times that were sad.

At some point, everything sped up.

We never stop growing our whole lives and then we die.

When do we start being aware that growing up culminates in dying? When do we realize that growing up is life? That the journey is living?

Thinking about childhood I can think of the green carpet in our big house in England and the floor heating in that flat in Germany, whose outside looked like the dirty tiles of a swimming pool bathroom.
I can remember running around the green garden grass in England and the sound of the gravel in our driveway when Grandma and Grandpa came to visit.
I can remember playing outside the front door in Germany, completely uncaring as to whether someone would want to come in or go out. Not caring about them.

When did life not become about Christmas and birthdays and weekend trips to the seaside? When did a notebook filled in creative writing classes stop being worthy of month-long praise?

When did life become about who you are and who you want to become? When do you start feeling the nagging need to define yourself?

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Uploaded on Feb 3, 2012

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