Devise a scenario in which someone (yourself or otherwise) struggles to replace or compensate for something/someone that has been lost:
It always felt, in the purest moments of my childhood, that I may never get older. Like I was one of the lost boys of Peter Pan, never to feel the crisp and bitter stab of adult hood, like it was another world across an unbridgeable chasm. It felt that my 12 short years of blissful immaturity had been somehow stocked with a million between them. And then, though I can’t remember a specific day, I was different. I blinked and I was on the opposite end of that infinite chasm, looking back at myself longingly across the deep gap, hoping it wasn’t true. Most are glad to welcome the responsibilities of maturity, driver’s license, drinking ages coming around, and a new sense of independence…
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