Maturity

For all who don't know I work at Wendys you know "Eat Great Even Late". Well I guess you can call me blessed to work with the younger generation; I know I am still a part of it. Anyways I want to know if there is a thin line between being young and mature, young and immature, older and mature, or older and still immature? Is there a thin line or not? I find myself asking that all the time depending on what I am witnessing. I had some fun at work we really weren't busy so we decided to play dodge ball in the dining room and it was weird because I for once played the game. I am usually the one who continuously works and watches everyone else have fun. I guess that is were I am just to mature for my age and I think every once in a great while you have to bring the kid out and play with them a little. Well tonight was the night and I had fun. No matter how mad or frustrated I become this other manager can and will always be able to make me laugh and I was on the floor rolling all night long. He might be older than me but he is still a kid at heart and I think I am jealous that he can have fun no matter what he is doing. Is there some reason why I am so mature for my age? My whole life I was always more mature than my brother and still am it is like I was born first in spirit. Why does God make some people more mature? Is it because they might have a shorter life so he tries to get them to adult hood faster? Maybe it is because he knows that you are going to succeed so he matures you faster so you can be at the top before everyone else?
I am glad in a way to have the pleasure of working with teenagers because I can shape their minds, give them advise to be better at what they do, and have pride in their job. The other great thing is the young keep the older young so the older don't feel like old mature people. The down fall is that immaturity brings drama. You all know the highschool drama that you really never escape. Well I am in the trenches with that everyday I work. At least it mixes it up or it woud just be boring. In a way the immature and the mature brought together kinda balances out to have a great place to work. My general manager had his 61st birthday on Tuesday and I wrote in his card that I think of him as my dad, and when I saw him yesterday he said, that was weird because he thought of me as his daughter, I thought that was sweet. I pray that God will let the inner kid come out and play more often so I don't feel so old all the time.