Sitting at the table, he was spending a somewhat quiet evening with his brother Huginn. They were going over some old photo albums when Muninn was growing up. It brought back some bittersweet memories.

Muninn always thought that growing up was hard. You got away with so much more because adults thought you were cute. They over looked your strange little tics like talking in third person or that you had extra parts they didn’t have. They started growing more cruel and harsh and you had to start changing who you were often just to be normal and get some peace. Friendships that seemed to be forever when you were young slowly drifted apart as you got older due to changed interests and how a freshling developed. Muninn hated it. He had rebelled as much as he could against getting older, and then something had changed.

He realized getting older didn’t have to be bad. Sure you couldn’t be as carefree but seeing his little siblings grow up and being their support… well it was worth every bit of responsibility. He had even made new friends that had stayed around. He wasn’t the same as his freshling self, but he was starting to learn that wasn’t a bad thing.

He would find a balance someday. Keep his tics that made him, well him and work in society because like a friend once said… “Normal people were just boring”. Life was about change. Things changed and Muninn was learning to change as well. He just needed to keep the change something he liked.