He found his own age adolescents. It was something that happened a long time, years and years of youth to see friends and find them hopelessly infantile, continually comparing the myths of perfection, and examples of behavior: adults. Parents, friends, grandparents, members of the family, writers, journalists, professors, people who saw the street, in the movies, reading books, people to talk to the bus stop, parents of friends. Adults, in fact. Models without defects it had set and wanted to achieve.
tries to imitate that of their maturity, but despite the time passed, the years add up and slowly age sopraggiungesse, whenever they are confronted with an intimidating to be impeccable and promptly felt the adult daughter of the situation: too unprepared for life and unwise. He did not understand that to grow and, after all, she really matured.
At the same time continuing to conduct peer to peer, finding As always children. Then he turned away, sighing after her dreams.
One day, twenty-five years, he realized that he grew up. To be an adult too, I mean.
It was a busy spring morning, a bus, when he looked to the men and women around her. It was already some time that whenever she had any contact with these new adults had a sense of annoyance, something known but could not remember, something that made her feel out of place and-shamefully-higher heights. She seemed to have already proved, that feeling, but could not understand when and why.
watched a long time and tried to remember, In short, glancing sideways at, even openly, and after a while 'understood.
He took a breath, looked up and noticed that as she had been accustomed to do with all his peers at any time in his life, looked to adults and was extremely childish.
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