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Today I wandered off too far into the street.
I've realized that I am old enough to do so alone, but I've also noticed that I don't like the empty feeling of nobody holding my hand.
It's a sad time when the crossing guard stops you and asks your age.
When you reply 15, he gives you a nod with an eyebrow slightly raised.
Your best friend looks at you and laughs as you continue the walk happily, hand in hand.
I should grow up, eventually.