AT 15, I wanted to be 16. And when 17 hit, I couldn’t wait to be an 18-year-old licensed driver. While I blew out the candles on my 20th birthday cake, in the back of my mind, I knew that in 12 more months, I’d finally be 21, legal and free: Then the real party would begin.
Always looking to the future and always wanting more.
“Don’t rush it.” My dad would say. “The years go by faster, the older you get.”