I’ve kind of been thinking about how age perspective really changes as you get older. For example, until I was no longer a high school senior, I thought high school seniors were old and awesome. I also felt that way about my age in 9th grade, and 8th grade, and 7th grade, and 6th grade…. I guess every year you feel kind of like you’re on top of the world.
But then you go to college, and you find yourself at the bottom of the food chain again, and you realize that you are but a small child. And people that age are getting married! And the Elders, those old, mature Elders I used to see coming out of the MTC and playing on the missionary field, are but children as well.
I don’t feel like I can even sound sophisticated enough about my age until I’m 23 at the youngest. Before that is just embarrassing.
So, sixteen was always old. (And twenty was ancient.) But I found these movie quotes that make sixteen sound… You know. The way it felt at that age.
The Little Mermaid:
Triton: They’re dangerous. Do you think I want to see my youngest daughter snared by some fish eater’s hook?
Ariel: I’m sixteen years old – I’m not a child anymore…
Triton: Don’t you take that tone of voice with me young lady. As long as you live under my ocean, you’ll obey my rules!
The Sound of Music:
Liesl: I’m Liesl. I’m sixteen years old and I don’t need a governess.
So yeah. But then there comes a time when you realize that you aren’t exactly a child, per say, even if you’re comparatively young, as the general population goes. That’s for times like this:
Sorry if you can’t read that. It’s funny. And I get that I’m still way young, which is the point of this whole thing.
Also this:
Ha!
I also feel this way:
I really do still think that the ’90s is the “current” decade.
Remember this?
Ah, good times.
The point is, I don’t feel like I’m getting old. Quite the opposite. But I am starting to realize that time has flown on. Here’s to 80 more years of awesomeness, and never feeling old.
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Fun post, Ambie! You can only imagine what it feels like when you’re (eek! 40??) and you still picture yourself as 25, or maybe as old as 28. But then your bones start jostling when you jump on a trampoline and you realize you’re no longer a spring chicken!
I am glad that I am now in the “sophisticated” crowd!
Amen. I’m ready for those 80 more years of awesomeness!