In the story, "Eleven", by Sandra Cisneros, a little girl named Rachel recognizes how tough growing up really is. Rachel realizes, no matter how many years you have been alive, your age varies with the different obsticles that life throws at you.

Like all children, Rachel wishes she was older on her eleventh birthday. I know I did when I was her age. She wishes she was old enough to confront her elders and old enough to hide her inner ages.

Rachel says one of the most truthful statements in the first paragraph. She declares "When you are eleven, you're also ten and nine and eight and seven and six and five and four and three and two and one."(Cisneros 26). Everyone at sometime in their lives acts younger no matter how old they are.This is true for all adults. They can come home stress out from a job, and beak out into tears. This is when rachel would say you are acting like you are three years old. Therefore, inside there is no true age.

In life we realize that age and the amount of years you have been alive are indifferent from each other. It has been that way forever and it will continue to be that way forever.