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Somehow, I never thought about him getting older and eventually growing up.
I sort of hoped he would stay delicate and boyish.
When his voice started breaking it was as if that had destroyed the boy in him.
All of a sudden he was an adolescent.
I can't even remember when my own voice broke.
Because I wasn't worried I might lose anything with the end of my childhood.
But then I realised I was coming of age.
I asked myself what sense life made
once the nicest part of it, your childhood, had come to an end.