There is a purity in her girlhood: she has not learned to despise her femininity or distrust her good desires. She does not know there are people who scoff at her simple love and shun her pleasure in loveliness. And so, her girlhood shines like a beacon into my own heart.
To me, however, from the next generation, it seemed so sad that how appearances and their struggles with authority plagued them so much. Their high school years just seemed to be extended into their college years.
Growing up happens gradually. We cannot see around corners or know how our stories will turn out. As we grow, we hold onto certain images, moments, scenes. We carry them as sources of inspiration, humor and comfort.