Yesterday at church, I asked a small child (eleven years old or so) how old she thought I turned last week.
"Um...fifteen?" she said.
"No..." I replied.
She tilted her head to the side. "Fourteen?"
The fact is, despite my youthful visage, I am eighteen years old as of last Tuesday. Multiple people have asked me how it feels. It feels quite a bit like being seventeen, except now I'm allowed to do all kinds of things that I have no interest in, like smoke, talk on the phone while I drive, and join the military.
Oh, and I can vote. So that's fun.
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