At some point we all (bar some notable exceptions) grow up. In Rugrats (I love the show), there's an age when kids stop speaking/understanding baby-ish (the universally-understood language used among babies, which adults don't understand) and start speaking the adult language.
But I guess for most of us there's no identifiable "point of transition"; we realise one day "wow, I was really mature in that situation" and realise (with grown-up indifference, outright horror, or, if we're lucky, child-like amusement) that we've grown up.
I was in the paeds wards awhile back, talking to this boy with a broken leg or something.
Sam: Hi, I'm Sam! What's your name? How old are you?
Boy: My name is Ah Boy (patient confidentiality=). I'm 13.
Sam: Oh, I'm 13 too! .....pause..... Ok, I'm 23. (punctuated by SK's laughter)
Growing up. It's a tiring and painful process. But along the way, we would meet true friends and passersbys who help us re-align our senses, to rationalize our thoughts, to see things from a different perspective, to share the tumour load... I mean burden of growing up. =)
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