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  <title>Comments on 'On Growing Up'</title>
  <subtitle>Growing up. 

_Someone please tell me what it means to grow up._ How is it different from growing down? Out? In? Sideways?

Someone tell me, because I'm scared of not knowing.

I pulled my legs a little closer to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. The twilight air felt cold on my skin, but forgiving at the same time.

In kindergarten everyone spoke of what they wanted to be when they grew up. &amp;quot;An artist!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;A movie star!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;A doctor!&amp;quot; A million little voices, confident of achieving whatever they wanted to.

I wondered where those voices were now. Artists? Movie stars? Doctors? Maybe. And if they achieved these long-time goals, did it mean they had _grown up_? That they, like so many other adults I know, had forgotten what it was like to be a child? 

The falling darkness cloaked me like a loving mother. I wondered what the stars would say if they could talk. What do stars fear? Dream of? The history of the universe was imprinted in their minds.

The sun slowly disappeared, and with it my faith.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-04-06T18:13:25Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on On Growing Up</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Great perspective.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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      <name>gemminx</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on On Growing Up</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Great job- I think that this whole concept applies to everyone, maybe especially our generation.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-05T19:56:08Z</published>
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      <name>Music-Hearted</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on On Growing Up</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Wow, I like this. It really makes me wonder. Very good question worked into a wonderful ficlet.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-05T18:07:25Z</published>
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      <name>flute faerie</name>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Great ficlet! I&amp;#8217;m thirty- something and still trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up. ;D&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-05T14:32:49Z</published>
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