Firestone Hot Springs It's always bears!!

Dwin suppressed the urge to argue that Val was not that old at all. That your true age was the way you felt, not the number of summers you had seen. That it was not the spirit that aged, but the body that failed. And so on and so on, until she had to ask herself, why did winning this argument and convincing him otherwise mattered to her so much? Was it just because she did not like the unintended patronizing vibe that came along with his words? When you will be my age you will understand, what I am talking about? Or that he implied she was still a stupid child worth his time only as an amusing and naive conversation partner?

She felt herself bristle inside from the indignation and the perceived unfairness and it was so, so tempting to tell Val to go to hell and that he did not know anything and a lot of other stuff that she would later regret. But she did not. Because he would most likely go and she would have lost a potential friend. Someone a bit older than her and yet not as old as her parents or Teya. Someone, who had just been a very young person and had not yet forgotten, how difficult, conflicting and oftentimes confusing it was to be such. So she bit back that anger and decided to turn the conversation a different way. Something else he had said got to her and, since he was in no way related to her or would not be likely to relay this to her family, she felt free to ask. 

"Why do you like kids?" she asked with genuine curiousity, because it was obvious that her experience was vastly different. "I mean, I do not. I do not hate my younger siblings or cousins, but were they not related to me and I was not obliged to help... I would run for the hills," she said. "What is there to like? I don't even understand, what joy my parents had in having me, because little kids are awful."