My thoughts grew up when

I started reading from an early age and lived the lives of adults vicariously through novels/stories. I remember even at the age of seven or eight feeling a sense of disconnection from the other kids at school and a certain dissonance between my mind and child body. This caused me to feel, at the time, that I wasn't a child.

In retrospect, of course, I know that I was a child. I can chart, looking back, the stages of development. But that sense that I wasn't a child makes the transition out of childhood hard to pinpoint. This realization crawled down my stomach like a cold, fat eel. It scared me, the sudden awareness that before me stretched out a finite plane of time and whose end would be my end. No escape. And the loneliness of it all.
My thoughts grew up when My thoughts grew up when Reviewed by Kanthala Raghu on October 17, 2015 Rating: 5

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