A Reflection

Growing up is like climbing a rugged mountain.  Once you get to the top, you are still yourself.  You're not different, only you are in some ways, different.  You've struggled and slipped, gotten bruises and scrapes, maybe even a broken bone or two.  So by the time you're at the top(ish) you try to remember what you were like at the bottom and its like looking down on someone else.  Only not.  In some ways you wonder, "Who was that child that thought about what I would be like as an adult?!"  But in other ways, you think...well, you think just like you've always thought, in your own fashion. You're you. But grown up.