Vingt Ershi Twenty

You’ve probably seen them everywhere, the grinning, happy, carefree teenagers, mere children really. I’m not a teenager anymore. I started missing it last week, because I knew I was losing it, like a lover at the moment of separation. Have I lost the fantastic glow of youth? Maybe *shrug* I know I’ve lost a lot of excuses, “She’s just a teenager,” they used to say. Well, they can’t say that after today. Click. ‘Cause I’m a twenty-year-old or am I a twenty-something? I can’t wait to get the manual. 20, God, I feel so grown up.