So now, when I look back, all I see is who we used to be and who we are now. And I wonder how anybody can recognize anyone at all.

It was like adults had their own little world that we weren’t allowed to be a part of, and it didn’t make sense because we were part of the world, too.

I think about how maybe it’s not things that change but people that change, and maybe that’s the change everyone is really talking about.