When we were at the beach together recently, Mom and I encountered several incidents that led to the mutual conclusion that I have officially "crossed over." It went without saying that we were talking about being younger vs. being older. Now, I don't really think of myself as being much different in many ways that when I was in my early 20s. In other ways, though, I think I have grown so much.
So, I have accepted that I may be the oldest one in the playgroup, or the stick-in-the-mud who actually gets upset when your football hits me on the head on the beach, or the mom who asks you to keep it down because her babies are asleep, or the person who thinks, "You don't have any business wearing that - you're older than me!" I'll know that deep down inside, that young, fun Amy is still there. Somewhere.
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