In my family, there are several cousins - and I'm the youngest of them all, on one side. On the other, I have one who's ten years younger than me, which makes her 12. I recently got wondering if she had a Facebook yet, thinking that she probably didn't - she's too young and innocent for those kinds of things! (Not that Facebook isn't young and innocent, as well.)
Indeed, she does have a Facebook account. Of course, I friended her, and was astonished to find that my little cousin is growing up. When did this happen?! Shouldn't she still be about eight, climbing on my lap, asking me to tell her a story?
Also, since when has having a Facebook account become a coming of age ritual? Back when I was a kid, I told people I was "almost 13" the whole summer before I turned 13, but that's about it. Not that Facebook is a coming of age ritual, but it is something that was previously reserved for those of the college age, so I guess that's why I see it as such.
I'm not sure which worries me more - the fact that my little cousin is growing up, or the fact that I'm getting old, and starting to show signs of it. Granted, I'm not quite dead yet, but I'm getting closer every day. (As is everyone else. A cheery thought!) It's just so bizarre. It's like she's a little adult now, writing in complete sentences, using punctuation marks to pepper them. (She was always a good student, though... so this isn't a new development, anyway. But still.)
Either way, I love her - and am proud of her. She's growing up on me, but she's also becoming an astute, articulate person.
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