I know I would have deeply appreciated having adult status at the age of 9. I was a militant children’s libber and hated the status of being a child.
I don’t recall any attitudes one way or the other about size. I didn’t resent being physically smaller than adults, for the most part, nor did I feel any kind of revulsion at the prospect that I was going to get larger and sprout hairs in new places and go through other physical changes.
Setting aside the internal stuff and shifting to the science-fictiony elements, I ate an amount of food, in the process of growing up, that seems amazing to think on now, especially between the ages (and sizes) of 10 through 20, so to grow twice as fast I would have to eat twice as much, more or less, right? Dear god I was already destroying ten or eleven pieces of chicken at supper and decimating those all-you-can-eat buffets. Bring me a whole cow, I guess, roasted on a spit. What else? Hmm, I’d be blasting through clothing sizes faster than I could wear the clothes out, including shoes. Could pass them on to other twice-as-fast kids growing up, though.
I wouldn’t be learning twice as fast in school, right? Takes just as long to get a handle on transformational geometry and learning the key facts of the French and Indian War or memorizing Ozymandias as it does growing at the normal speed? But honestly I felt like they were doling it out in little spoonfuls and repeating 90% of it with just a little bit new each year, so if I had the chance to try a twice-as-fast curriculum I might do okay with it. I always wished I’d been in one of those accelerated student programs, never got to be.
I’d hit physical puberty before having the emotional maturity for relationships, but, ermm, that was kind of the case anyhow, and if the tradeoff were a shortening of the time between when I got seriously interested in girls in a sexual way and the time when I had an opportunity to do anything about it, that might be worth it.
Hmm, going back to the opening topic of having adult status, would we have that at nine? Or would we be treated legally and socially as six-foot-tall 130-pound nine-year-olds who still need babysitters and stuff?