My birthday's getting closer. Well...relatively closer. It's a month away.
Nonetheless I'm getting older and the idea isn't necessarily appealing to me. In fact I find the idea of growing up ultimately confusing and depressing. It never made sense to me that one day you were considered a young boy and than the next you were allowed to buy pornography, cigarettes, and lottery tickets and now you were considered an adult. In celebration of my 18th birthday I got the joy of signing up for the Army Reserve services need they ever reinstate a draft. A day before I wasn't allowed to vote and the next I could be enlisted into the army. The idea seemed a bit ridiculous, which is why after middle school when I moved away from home to a boarding school I stopped celebrating my birthday. Instead I focused on everyday and the small things in life that I was blessed with as I got older. However, to me the thing I'm most protective about is staying young. To this day a number of my friends still refuse to go shopping with me for a number of reasons. One such person was a friend who took me to buy my bed when I arrived at school. My process was quite similar to the way I bought a bed when I was a kid. I jumped up and down on them on all fours and picked the one that was the most fun to just fall on. Needless to say since than I have not been shopping with that friend. However, staying young is essential to my view that I never want to grow up. It's always been more fun to stay young. So until that day that I absolutely must grow up, I plan on hanging on to as much innocence and childness that I can. Even if I do turn 21 in a month.
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Growing up is strange, isn’t it? I turned twenty recently and I don’t feel any different. I can attest that I had the same feeling when I turned eighteen as well. Time flows by silently and pretty soon we will wake up and realize “Hey! I’m an old guy now?!” when some young “whipper-snapper” calls us “gramps”. What will come first is that we will be called “sir” from the younger generations and then “gramps” though, but that really isn’t a reassuring thought. You and I differ though; I was raised with a shortened childhood. When I was young, my parents treated me like and adult and would not allow me to be illogical. I think that is the main factor to why I don’t really remember my childhood because it wasn’t fully there. The passing of the years seems like a collector going from shop to shop, collecting responsibilities for his/her ever growing collection. In a way it seems even more timeless to me and that I was shorter in height and my classmates were crazier with adolescence just a seemingly couple of years ago when it has been around ten. Hold on to your childhood memories, keep them fresh, because you will not have that time to just be free again.
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