This morning in the car, while driving my mom asked me, "Geegee, what do you want for your birthday?"
The question hit me. Gosh I totally forgot my birthday is coming.......and here comes the realization....
I'm going to be 17 soon.
I don't like getting reminded that I'm going to reach the age I could only dream when I was a child back then. No. No. I don't like the number 17. It screams sounds like responsibility, burden, grown up, no more child stuff, and being an adult. When you reach that age it seems like everybody will expect you to be more this.... more that...... more dadidoo... and I....am afraid.
Don't get me wrong, I still want to continue my life in this world. If only I could be forever answer sixteen every time a how-old-are-you question is thrown.