Reading your piece kinda widened my mind a bit.

See how far you’ve come from been that young child who asked, why doesn’t the milk spill from the cow when she walks.

Yet, though knowing you’ve come a long away from that young girl, in a way you also know you’re still that young girl.

Thus; “who I am is who I was.”

Hmmm! You awaken some thoughts in me that I can’t articulate. I can only feel.
I love this piece. Good job!