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Now that is odd. I always thought, I’d remain young but without me noticing, through all the sleeping and waking up I am no longer a kid. As I look at my hands pushing against the keys on the keyboard. I am not sure if they’re starting to wrinkle but still I think, I couldn’t possibly age beyond this. Every tomorrow is a day I keep growing; only in this case, I am growing old. I guess it is safe to say no one entertains the possibility of death while he is as ignorant as I am.