It’s like trying to hold water in my
cupped hands. It’s like trying to capture
sunshine in a bottle or find the end
of a rainbow. As a child, I was con-
vinced it could be done. It’s like owning
an Indian in the Cupboard, or find-
ing gold in the dry riverbed. It feels
like chasing a speeding train or losing
my virginity—something I can not get back—
this feeling of getting older. Growing up
they call it.
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