Time really does fly. While quarantine, I wanted to share with you all a photoshoot we did waaaay back in December. We really don’t realize how quickly we’re evolving and time is passing.
I’m going to start out with a dialogue I had with the team involved in the photoshoot. After that, enjoy reading the responses I’ve received when I asked the question “When did you realize you grew up?”

Do you feel like you’ve grown up?
– A bit.
What changed?
-We have more responsibilities now.
–Life was pitiless.
*We laugh*
-We have unnecessary obligations.
Are they really unnecessary?
-Yes. I think about this often… On a daily basis, I’m obligated to see so many people I don’t want to. I have to see them every day, I can’t see people I love every day.
But wasn’t it like that when you were younger as well? Going to preschool…
–I… liked everyone back then.
Why do you think that was the case?
-As people grow older…
-There’s more diversity.
-Yes. When we’re little kids everyone was more naive, happier. Our only purpose was to play games.
What’s better: diversity or your only purpose to be playing games?
-Games.
-Agreed!
Is it good to stay like that forever?
-Not forever but… maybe we can stay like that for thirty years.
-Greed becomes a factor in our lives. Greed, insincerity…

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I was 9, I dived into a kids pool and cut my chin. That’s when I understood I was too big to swim in the kids pool.
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Last summer I was biking with one of my friends and we saw a young kid. My friend asked him if he was up for a race. He looked at him and said: “Am I going to race with you, grandpa!” That hurt.
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I never wanted my childhood to end but at the same time, I feel like it ended at a very early age. When my brother was born, I felt responsible for him. With that news sense of responsibility, my childhood ended quicker. Also, the day I started first grade, I gathered all my toys, took them to my mom, and said “I’m grown now, I don’t want to play with toys.”
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I felt like I grew up when I was responsible for the kids in the vacations we took with other families.
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This happened in fourth grade. Until that year, I was the kid that never disobeyed teachers, that colored in the drawings on my homework so it looked nice, that never disrupted class. I was a well-behaved, organized student. I don’t know why but that year our teacher hated me. Towards the end of the year, it was my turn to do the weekly experiment in class. To my luck, I was assigned to do something that I couldn’t understand the purpose of. I had to fill a glass jar with soil and water it at school, In front of all my classmates. After I did what was required, the teacher asked me: “Now, what did we learn from this experiment?” I really couldn’t understand the point of it. Normally I wasn’t a kid who could admit that he didn’t understand, but I confidently said: “I’m sorry, but I really didn’t understand what I was supposed to conclude from this experiment. My teacher’s response was to rebuke: “Of course, when you poured water on the soil, the air gaps in the soil got filled, and the worms got out.” After her response, at that age, I said to myself: “That’s so silly, I’m not going to get sad because of this,” and maybe for the first time in my life I didn’t let someone who had more authority than me to mess with my thoughts and feelings – and instead, I used my logic to prevent myself for getting sad for no reason.
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I realized I had grown when a random woman passing by stopped and said: “Awww, you’re so cute” and I didn’t like it.
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I never thought that my childhood ended completely, I still have
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I understood that something was changing the first time I felt a sexual attraction towards someone. It was a new world.
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A point in my life when I realized I was really growing up happened around 12 years of age. There was a Nike shirt with pictures of shoes hanging off both sides which I had had for as long as I can remember. I had been wearing for at least 3 years and it was so worn and faded by now from washing that it might as well have been a tattered rag. D
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When I asked my mom for coffee and she made me a very nice Turkish coffee for the first time, I understood that my childhood was over. My mom told me my mustache would grow 🙁 (there is a Turkish saying “The mustaches of girls who drink coffee will grow)
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When I understood that this was serious: When I had to be marked as an adult traveler on Turkish Airlines’ website, when my age range in Onedio tests had to be marked as 18-24, when I stopped rece
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I still haven’t grown up.
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Models: Can Geniş, Emre Tertemiz, Sinem Sevinç
Photographers: Emine Taha, Iman Taha
It was a pleasure to read .. so well outlined and sincere.. and two thumbs up for the photographs👏👏