I forget sometimes that there are other people watching me grow up.
The mailman, for instance. He's been our mailman probably as long as we've lived in this house, and that's my entire life. I used to say hi to him all the time when I was little, asked him questions, talked to him about things children talk to mailmen about. He was parked in front of our house, getting out to put our mail in our mailbox when I pulled up and parked behind him. "You're not supposed to be driving yet!" It's just weird to me that I still register in his mind. He still knows who I am. I've long forgotten his name, and he's probably forgotten mine, but I'm still that little girl who used to talk to him all the time. I always feel like people will forget me. Like I've changed so much that I'm now unrecognizable from the child I was when they knew me. But, for the mailman, he's watched me grow up. In probably the most passive way imaginable.