Growing up All our notions and beliefs will be overthrown and recombined by ourselves some day, this is called “Growing Up”. Since the day we were born, one thing that we have been doing is growing up. Technically, no one could ever define what exactly growing up is, but we are just experiencing it while we are confused. This is weird, everything is weird. I used to think that there are only two countries in the world--China, and foreign country. I really did think so, and then someone told me that I was wrong, I did not stop crying until I went to bed. That kind of thing happened to me a lot when I was young, and now every time when I think of it, I will be embarrassed, but it was cute, wasn’t it? After I turned eleven, I realized that I found something I have a passion for, reading. I could lock myself in my father’s study for a day, and I still do that now; I don’t really enjoy hanging out with my friends. Furthermore, every weekend is the only thing that I look forward to. Since then, I gradually became “myself”, I have got my favorite books, movies and music and everything that only belongs to me. This is precious. For now, I even have my dreams and people I love, every little thing that ever happened to me makes who I am today. Moreover, I clearly remember that I particularly love stars. I always add a star after my name and I think I just love it for no reason, but it really means a lot to me. Every time you look at the stars, it’s like opening a door. You could be anyone, anywhere. You could be yourself at any moment in your life. You open that door and you realize you are the same person under the same stars, eleven years old. Sixteen, driving alone, stopping at the edge of the city, looking up at the same stars, walking a wooded path, riding a rowboat, staring out the back window of a car, you are eleven again. Out there where the world begins and ends, it’s like nothing ever stops happening. The process of growing up is the process of getting to know yourself.