It's happening. I'm starting to look up to people younger than me. Following their lives, wanting what they have, wishing for their success. As a child, thirty seems so old. Baseball players were adults, they still seem like they're more adult than me. Will I be fifty, sixty, seventy-five, looking at boys one-third my age, wondering what I'll be when I grow up?
It wasn't supposed to be this way. I am sick of envying children.
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