Why do adults lose that?

Yesterday, I watched a little girl prancing after her mother. It was raining lightly, her mother was rushed and the little girl skipped like she was attached with a loose pink ribbon, ignoring the hood on her jacket and looking up at the mist like it was dust from some fairy planet.

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