Every child is so different. Their experience growing up and their experience relating to the world has so much to do with their temperament, and their likes and their dislikes.

My dad was so much fun growing up.

Growing up in a Mennonite background, there's not much media.

Growing up in Wales was a pretty Draconian experience with religion.

Growing up in Canada, I didn't watch football much.

When I call to mind my earliest impressions, I wonder whether the process ordinarily referred to as growing up is not actually a process of growing down; whether experience, so much touted among adults as the thing children lack, is not actually a progressive dilution of the essentials by the trivialities of living.