Grownups!
Everyone remembers them. How strange and even sad it is that we never
become what they were: beings noble, infallible, and free. We never
become them. One of the things we discover as we live is that
we never become anything different from what we are. We are no less
ourselves at forty than we were at four, and because of this we know
grownups as Grownups only once in life: during our own childhood. We
never meet them in our lives again, and we miss them always.
-- Elizabeth Enright, Doublefields
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