They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day, when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried 'Oh, why can't you remain like this forever!' This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
I think we still have our younger selves with us, though maybe they come out a little less often. My five year old self is forever giddy with blue skies and very small flowers. :D
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