Finding one last teenage hurrah
Being young was such a thrill. I remember waiting the whole year for Christmas to come, and then on Christmas Eve, I'd get about three hours of sleep. I'd wake up and go running downstairs to my stocking, and I'd sit in the living room until the sun came up and it was time to open presents. Those days were good.
Last Wednesday was my 17th birthday, and it just struck me in a weird way -- I have less than a year now until I'm an adult, and it kind of freaks me out.
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