I just realized that I graduated from high school seventeen years ago today.
I was seventeen the day I graduated.
So high school was over for me half my life ago.
Y’know, really I don’t feel old. I don’t. But thirty-four sure sounded so much older when I was seventeen.
Even worse than that particular realization, though: seventeen years from now my oldest daughter will be twenty.
I think I need to go do something either very adult or very juvenile.