all children, except one, grow up. they soon know that they will grow up, and the way i knew was this: one day when i was two years old i was playing in a garden, and i plucked a flower and ran with it to my mother. i suppose i must have looked rather delighted, for mrs. mecham put her hand to her heart and cried, "oh, why can't you remain like this forever!" this was all that passed between us on the subject, but henceforth i knew that i must grow up. you always know after you are two. two is the beginning of the end.
attention: this is stolen from wendy & rephrased
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