When I was 18, I got married, and I thought I was an adult.
When I was 19, I bought a house, and I thought I was an adult.
When I was 21, I decided to have a baby, and I thought I was an adult.
When I was 22, my first son was born, and I thought I was an adult.
Legally, I was an adult. When my sons turned 18, 19, 21, 22, I compared their lives to mine. I couldn't imagine them deciding to get married at 18. They still seemed so very young to me. It's only been in the last few years, in their mid-late 20's, that I can picture them as grown men. I imagine my parents felt the same way.
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