Back when I was eight, I really wanted to be a double digit age.
Then when I was 10, I was dying to be a teenager.
And then when that finally happened, I was ready and willing to be 21.
(So much so that I occasionally ignored all rhyme, reason, and New York State laws and pretended that that was the case.)
(I didn’t say that. For the record.)
(Mom. You didn’t read this. Mmm k?)











