Monday, 16 December 2013

Eighteen...

So this is it.

In less than two hours, I shall be 18 years old.

How about that? I'm going to be an 'adult'.
This is me, probably about aged 5. Mr. Men pyjamas, gameboy in hand, and I think I'm playing Pokemon Red. Wow. How time flies, eh?

I've been trying to get my head around this for some time. This, 'being 18' lark. What does it actually mean?

When I was a little boy, to be 18 sounded so strange. You were all grown up. That was it. A grown up now. Childhood and teenage years, behind you - off into the 'real world'.

And yet as I got older it seemed that most of the eighteen year-olds I knew were remarkably un-adult like. Yes, they could be responsible and mature when the situation demanded it - but they still liked Pokemon, and PlayStation, and Spider-Man, and Buzz Lightyear, and the Gameboy, and all that kind of thing.

So is being 18 that big a leap?
What does being 18 actually entail?
Well, a quick search says I can vote now - that's pretty cool, and believe me, I shall use that power wisely (because with great power, come great respons-...you know the rest :P )

You can serve on a jury. Be tried in court (Touch wood, that won't be happening any time soon...) buy cigarettes, get tattoos, piercings...

Erm, no thank you?

Even being able to buy alcohol is no great privilege. I've been being mistaken for being a twenty-something for at least 2 years anyway, if I'd wanted to get served it sounds as if I probably could have a while ago...yes, there's being able to buy for others, I suppose, but I myself? I don't seem to have developed much of a taste for alchohol (and let's be honest, with uni around the corner, that's probably a good thing.)

Ah, uni. Something else associated with adulthood. Yet I'm going to be 18 long before I've begun university - at least 9 months, in fact. I'll be approaching 19 by the time that part of life's started!

I'm not trying to dismiss being eighteen as insignificant. Not remotely. I suppose I'm trying to make it seem a little bit less scary to myself.

Yep, that's right. I'm a bit scared.

I know that in reality, when I wake up tomorrow morning I'm not going to really feel that dramatically different to when I woke up today. But it's that thought that, at the very least legally speaking, childhood is more or less behind you.

I've been on this Earth for approaching two decades. How weird is that? It really doesn't seem that long ago that I was going to bed surrounded by my Kiwi birds...
Yes, I had teddy bears too. But those Kiwis were so lovely!
I still have some of them :')



I've got to say, it's been a pretty fantastic 18 years. So many things have happened. Meeting and getting to know my massive extended family, as well as life-long friends. There's even family that I know about who I'm still yet to meet yet!

I think attempting to sum up this just-short-of two decades in many words would be far too difficult, so I'll let these pictures speak for me:






























Well, there you are. 18 years or so, summed up in a few pictures. Appropriately enough, added with the first two, there's 18 of these across the whole blog post.

So finally, back to the point. I don't expect to be that different when I'm 18. People have been telling me for years that I'm sometimes like a middle-aged man in a young body. :P

But I still have enjoyed a bit of fun. So, to basically sum up my 'childhood'?

Amazing. And I don't think it's over yet. I've still got some some childish behaviour in me ;).

As a wise man once said:

"There's no point in being grown-up if you can't be childish, sometimes."
;)

xxx