Growing up
We were shopping at Target earlier, and while I was waiting outside the fitting rooms for Rissy and Melanie, I noticed a girl of about 13 sitting alone in the waiting area by the fitting rooms, too. She was intently examining some sort of toy set, something with small figurines etc. It was clearly something intended for someone younger, and I found it interesting how much this new teen was admiring this toy, this symbol of her own youth. She looked up suddenly and hurriedly put the package back into her cart just as her mom and younger sister came out of a fitting room. She clearly didn't want to get caught longing for this mere child's toy.
As bemused as I was at this observation, I was also somewhat melancholy. If you can't still be a kid at 13, then I guess 47 is just right out...