What happens to you when you get older? Do you just forget everything from before you turned eighteen? Do you make yourself forget?

I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always will be... This does not mean that I ought to be trapped or enclosed in any of these ages...the delayed adolescent, the childish adult, but that they are in me to be drawn on; to forget is a form of suicide... Far too many people misunderstand what *putting away childish things* means, and think that forgetting what it is like to think and feel and touch and smell and taste and see and hear like a three-year-old or a thirteen-year-old or a twenty-three-year-old means being grownup. When I'm with these people I, like the kids, feel that if this is what it means to be a grown-up, then I don't ever want to be one. Instead of which, if I can retain a child's awareness and joy, and *be* fifty-one, then I will really learn what it means to be grownup.

Isn’t it delightful to forget how old we are?

I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.

I forget sometimes what laughter can do.

We often tend to ignore how much of a child is still in all of us.

All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.

When you're young you don't realize that at every age you are always in the present, and in that sense no older;

Sometimes I discover I have changed my mind because I have forgotten what I used to think.

It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my being...

I did know once, only I've sort of forgotten.

Life must go on; I forget just why.

I woke in bits, like all children, piecemeal over the years. I discovered myself and the world, and forgot them, and discovered them again.