Around that age I had deep feelings of.. maybe emptiness?
And I expressed it by saying I was afraid to grow up. I think it maybe had to do with fears of death in some way or about being forced to deal with some of the darker aspects of the world that I was keeping at bay by just being a child and reading my fiction books, but honestly I barely remember. I do remember crying about it on either my 10th or 11th birthday though.
Edit: Oops. Kind of an old thread!
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