I Knew Everything At Fifteen

When I was fifteen I had all of the answers. I could solve every problem, but no one elected me president. They should have. I was more than ready. To show others how “it is done”. At nineteen I was totally cocky about my abilities. I might have been the only highly intelligent being on the planet. All of the answers were there. I knew everything. Then I had a baby; no. Make that two babies. I had two babies before I was twenty-one. There is no manual. No one understands your baby. You do not understand “it” either; it is crazy. I was ignorant.