When I was younger everyone my age looked down on stuff like Thomas; they were already on to the next craze and I had no one to talk to about my interests. At the same time, I was reading classic novels that no one else my age read, so talking about those, while it was slightly more respected, just fell on deaf ears. As I’ve gotten older and have been able to have an outlet for my interests, I’ve been able to feel more at ease with myself. I’ll decide if what’s befitting my age to be interested in, thanks. And I’ve had enough encounters with adults to come to the conclusion that it’s less childish to read children’s books than it is to get drunk every Tuesday.