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[gfish]

Did anyone else have the moment, when they were a kid, that they suddenly wanted to stay with the adults and talk at the table after a big holiday meal instead of running off to play? I think that was my first time I was really conscious of growing up.

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[rollick.livejournal.com]

That was me from about age 6 on. I was always more interested in hanging out with the adults than in people my own age. I started deeply identifying with one of my cousins when I noticed she was the same way — starting from childhood, she was more interested in quietly sitting in the room listening to the grownups than running off to play.

[gustavolacerda.livejournal.com]

<< I was always more interested in hanging out with the adults than in people my own age. >>

ditto.

[maribou]

For me, as one of the oldest cousins, after the meal was always the time for helping to wash the china and silverware with whichever of my aunts and uncles were doing it that year, even as young as seven or eight. But I was very fond of that ritual, and felt special for being old enough and careful enough to help...

[stolen-tea.livejournal.com]

Sort of. For me, it was noticing that that's what I was actually doing, and then that I was actually participating in the conversations as an equal. As a child, I was generally a bit too timid to speak up, and tended to keep my mouth shut and my head down.

[hpapillon.livejournal.com]

How many adults are we talking? This concept confuses me as I'm having trouble remembering any holiday where there were more than two adults present and any sort of unusual conversation to be had. Often, only one adult. I think some people had more family than I did.

[keystricken.livejournal.com]

Yes, exactly. I remember those rooms filled with chatty relatives as being intolerably boring, and never paid attention to exactly when that changed. But it was a big change.

[maribou]

The thing I realized today is that my "wow, I'm growing up" moment *was* also Christmas-related.... The first time I stayed up to help wrap Santa presents and fill stockings, instead of being sent to bed with the other three kids.

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

Yes, I think I was about seven. Passover seder, as I recall.