Sometimes our slowly advancing age freaks us out at the strangest times.
My 10-year-old daughter is reading one of my favorite childhood books.
She started to tell me about the part she's at in the book, and I told her I'd have to re-read it, that I hadn't opened the book for about 25 years.
I nearly cried after I said that.
OMG! TWENTY-FIVE YEARS since I was her age?! Some days I find myself still wondering when I'm going to start feeling like a real adult. Then something like this happens and I completely freak myself out. Adult or not, I'm getting older.
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