whoa!

When I was maybe 8, I remember my mom coming into my room to find me sobbing, listening to my musical jewelry box. She asked me what was wrong, and I said I was sad because I would never be a little girl again. I still have those kinds of feelings. It's a combination of nostalgia and fear, as well as mourning for our fading youth, never to be seen again.

On the flip side, the older I get, the happier I become. But I do understand the grieving feelings.