Growing up is harder than I thought it would be, but in the same respect just as easy. The pace quickens with each letter I put on this page. It's hard to see life slip away as if it's a child saying "catch me if you can." Of course, I'm not as fast as my inner child. I'm rushing towards my outer adult. You know, the one who's out of breath before it even starts to run. Luckily for me my inner child can catch up to me whenever she feels the need. If not for that, I'd be hunched over in a breathless heap.