Suddenly, a memory.

I remember sitting in my room, staring at the paper covered walls, crying. I didnt want to change the childish bunnies and animals and quaint, calming colors. Not because I loved it so much, but because it was my innocence, my childhood, my youth. And I cried, afraid of growing up. Afraid of dying. Afraid of losing myself.

I was ten. Who feels that at ten...