You have two numbers in your age when you are ten. It's the beginning of growing up.
Maud Hart LovelaceShe thought of the library, so shining white and new; the rows and rows of unread books; the bliss of unhurried sojourns there and of going out to a restaurant, alone, to eat.
Maud Hart LovelaceBetsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again.
Maud Hart LovelaceThen he kissed her. Betsy didn't believe in letting boys kiss you. She thought it was silly to be letting first this boy and then that one kiss you, when it didn't mean a thing. But it was wonderful when Joe Willard kissed her. And it did mean a thing.
Maud Hart Lovelace