“Mrs. Miniver suddenly understood why she was enjoying the forties so much better than she had enjoyed the thirties: it was the difference between August and October, between the heaviness of late summer and the sparkle of early autumn, between the ending of an old phase and the beginning of a fresh one.” ~Jan Struther, Mrs.
Miniver As an adolescent, I was always keen on looking and acting older than my age. As the youngest amongst three, I always felt that my siblings held more power and their grown up lives seemed more glamorous to me.
They would prance off to college or to high school, carrying their own bags and packing their own lunches, while I had to wait for my mother to drop me off, holding her hand as we crossed the street!Read more on tinybuddha.com