When you are a kid, you have your own language, and unlike French or Spanish or whatever you start learning in fourth grade, this one you're born with, and eventually lose. Everyone under the age of seven is fluent in Ifspeak; go hang with someone under three feet tall and you'll see. What if a giant funnelweb spider crawl out of that hole over your head and bit you in the neck? What if the only antedote for venom was locked up in a vault on the top of the mountain? What if you lived through the bite , but could only move your eyelids and blink out an alphabet? It doesn't really matter how far you go; the point is that it's a world of possibility. Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.
-Anna Fitzgerald, 13
My Sister's Keeper
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