My Brother Sam Is Dead
Of course Sam was almost a grownup himself. He was sixteen; he'd been away at college for almost a year, so you couldn't really call him a child anymore. I guess that was part of the trouble; he thought he was a grownup, and he didn't want anybody to tell him what to do. Except I could tell that he was still afraid of Father. (1.52)
"You can't order me anymore, Father. I'm a man."
"A man? You're a boy, Sam, a boy dressed up in a gaudy soldier's suit." (1.160-161)
He seemed so brave and grown-up, and I wished that I could be brave and grown-up like him, too. (5.7)