Thinking back to when I was 8 years old... sitting in my grandma's kitchen... the aunts and sweet little old lady friends of Grandma were ooohing and aaaahing over how much I'd grown.
It dawned on me then that I'd be the same person when I was all "growed up" as I had been at age 3, 5 and 8. Such profound thinking for a little kid, wouldn't you think?
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