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On June 24th, 2008 I was exactly 19 and a half.
In half a year-- six months. 31 weekends. 217 days. One christmas from now, I will be the big 2-0. This caught me slightly offguard- most of my friends haven't even turned 19 yet, and I'm already turning into an adult. Sure, I'm aware of how old I am, but I guess I wasn't aware of the days changing. As I inch one year closer to death, I've started to think.
This means I will leave the inclusive "Teen" category. This is a braod category in childhood where Boys will Be Boys and Girls just Wanna Have Fun. It starts at the age of of twelve, when the child becomes a "Pre-Teen". Boys notice girls and there are many awkward, chauffeured school dances. The Teen category continues on through age 15 where the adolescent becomes a "Tween". (Little known fact, once one turns 15, they are immediately bestowed with all the answers.) The boys awkwardly try to grow a beard to attract The girls who are trying to look 25 while their fathers cry. Teen age then comes to a hault at the age of 19, where the adult (evidently) realizes their soon and sudden death of childhood.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I won't be able to blame the stupid things I do on being a Kid; I'll be an Adult, an example for the reckless Teens to come after me.
I'm a year away from joining the 21+ category with my granny. Soon I'll be peppering my front lawn with garden gnomes and going to sleep at 7 o'clock-- I'll still be awake for the sunrise, but now it will be over a cup of coffee and Coronation Street. Soon, my favourite card game will be Cribbage with a glass of Chandy. My partner and I will reminisce about when we would drink the King's Cup and then laugh about how I could never do "Nine, Rhyme".
Twenty isn't old in comparison to, say, Rome. But come January 24, 2009 I will have been alive for two full decades- the same length of time as the Vietnam War.
I suppose there's upsides to growing old. It comes with responsibility and respect, such as the right to vote, the respect to have your voice heard and- most importantly- the right to drink anywhere in the world.
Senior's Discounts will come in handy, since I'm making slightly above minimum wage. I'll be able to use "Senile Moment" as my excuse for the stupid things I do. I'm sure Senior's Day is a real party.
For my birthday, I get me a garden gnome. I'm over the Hill and I ain't comin back.
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Posted by MienKann on 2008-07-04 15:14:02 | Rating: | Views: 49
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