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Indeed, now that I come to think of it, I never really feel grown-up at all. Perhaps this is because childhood, catching our imagination when it is fresh and tender, never lets go of us.

J. B. Priestley (1894-1984)

*An excerpt from 'All About Ourselves and Other Essays.'

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