I look in the mirror and wonder who is that person. Of course I know it's me - but it's not the me I see in my head. In my head I don't look as old, or serious, my hair is nor that short, and I'm either much taller or much thinner - but not that pudgy old lady in the mirror. Now that I can wear purple and red, I've learned that the grown-up world does not exist. I don't know who made up that fairy tale - but they lied. The growing never stops. I still want more more more. Learning. Reading. Painting. Drawing. Doing. Wanting. Knowing. The yearning never ends, the growing up never comes.