“When I turn 18, I can do whatever I want, and you can’t do anything about it.”
This statement, this declaration has been uttered by probably 90 percent of the teenage population at one time or other for generations.
I said it.
The good Lord knows I said it. In fact, I am sure my guardian angels are pretty good negotiators based on the fact I survived my teenage years with this phrase coming out of my mouth on an hourly basis.
I couldn’t wait to turn 18.
Only problem was, I turned 18 in December and had until June to graduate high school.
So, I would be eighteen and a half and I would be able to be officially an adult and could do very well what I pleased.
Or so I thought.
The mother load