I turned eighteen on sunday. It was anticlimactic. I mean, you live your entire kid-life thinking about the day you become an adult... and mine passed without notice. I got footie pajamas from my mom and I get to pick out a bike as a present from my dad. Someone's comment: "what are you, eight?"
Well, I don't care. I can wear adult-sized footie pajamas and ride a bike, because eighteen doesn't mean anything. besides, adults who are way older than me do these things as well.
This is the bike I want.
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