She just turned eleven and said "the best years of childhood are between eight and twelve". Lots of freedom and understanding but no big responsibilities, yet. She got her own mobile phone; she thought it was cool but she'd rather play in the fort. Most of her friends want to be at least "eighteen or in their twenties". She thinks that those years will be exciting, but she does not want to be there yet. Life is good now.
It's like she knows that it will never be the same, after this.
--- T
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