Growing up, all I wanted was to be a year older. Not in the sense that I wanted to wish away my years, but I was always looking forward to the next thing coming. I think it all started when I was in second grade going to third grade. You see, when you go to third grade you’re considered upper elementary. This had a lot of pluses, but the best thing…you were on the BIG playground. That’s huge to a kid!
Every year or every couple years, I had something new I was looking forward to. Some were:
- I looked forward to sixth grade because that meant I was going over to the middle school.
- I looked forward to the summer between sixth and seventh grade because I was getting my braces off and my parents were buying me contacts.
- I looked forward to turning 15 because then I got to take drivers training.
- At 16, I looked forward to getting my drivers license.
- At 17, I looked forward to being able to get into PG-13 movies without an adult buying my ticket first!
I could go on and on at all the different things I looked forward to over the years. My point is, getting a year older never bothered me at all. Especially when I turned 30. I was excited to turn 30. I feel like even though I was technically an adult when I turned 18, I felt like I was officially an adult in the eyes of everyone once I hit 30.
I’m sure when I hit 80 I’ll have a different opinion and be able to point out all kinds of things that are hard about growing up, but right now, I have nothing.
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