A thousand years old...

And from this she looked around and saw, before her eyes, the sudden transformation of children become the adults they thought they should be. But she only saw the same children dressing up like their parents. On the surface, sure, the stubble on their chins was pronounced and jaw line visible more than ever, but really the clothes were much too large and the shoes too big to fill and the way in which they carried themselves were sad stereotypical attempts at reality. She watched them, and in watching them, she herself became at once a thousand years older, but felt much like the outcast among children acting how they thought they should.