Hey Big Bear, it’s Yah Birthday…

October 15, 2008

It was weird. When I realized it was my birthday, waking up in the morning realizing that I was a year older, I had no clue how old I was.

Remember when we were kids? Birthdays were a huge freaking deal, remember that? You were counting the days until you were 10 years old because for some reason entering the double digits was some how important. I can’t think of anything making double digits important in our childhood, but I do remember being excited that I was about to turn 10.

13 was a big one because we no longer needed parents to go to PG-13 movies (that having been said, I doubt they would have given a flying crap if I was 7 and going to see a PG-13) and we’re in Jr. High and girlfriends and boyfriends are a real concept at this point. This age normally contains within it the first make out session, or kiss that isn’t some random childish thing you do under the monkey bars and then yelled “cooties” (I didn’t kiss a girl until I was 15).

14 is another milestone and mostly because of the movies thing again. And at this age, your parents have probably given you enough rope to hang yourself with so that’s pretty exciting. It’s an interesting age… You have this feeling of moving out of childhood and into adulthood but still not actually doing either (of course we deny this fervently). Alcohol sampling might also occur here. A little more wine at the Christmas table, and perhaps a slightly older friend who sneaks some beer from dad’s fridge. The right of passage has most definitely begun.

16. We’re definately well beyond playing with toys at this point (admittedly I didn’t stop building with lego until I was… well… I still… am… shut up!) and have our minds solely set on girls/boys, stuff/clothes, and cars(motorcycles)/cars(riding on the back of motorcycles). State or Province depending you’re probably also learning how to drive at this point. And while Mom’s mini-van is “uncool” and we take every opportunity to slide that in, we some how forget this fact when we want to drive it. This is a magical age full of increased milleage on the car, minor fender benders, and whiplash.

18 is the penultimate milestone, or ultimate if you live in Alberta. Not only can you opperate a vehicle without your parents present you probably have enough cash saved up to buy one. One more year (or this year if you’re a red plate) and you can get boozed and nobody can get mad at you for it (except your parents when you’re up all night barfing). Your own apartment? Paying your own cell phone? College? MasterCard? At this point you really are entering into adult hood and you are wanting to create your own identity. And you realize at this point your parents were 50% right. Yes it is harder on the outside, paying your own food, buying your own gas, maintaining your own car… But my God the freedom is worth the cost. Don’t want to do laundry today?… don’t. Want to eat Kraft dinner for a week? Have at ‘er. Want to play video games all day? It’s your TV! Go ahead! It is a life with more responsibility, more stuff you have to take care of, but it is your life.

19/21. Welcome to wherever you are. This is your life, you’ve made it thus far. You’ve gotta believe, right here right now, you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be (Bon Jovi). The milestones are pretty much done at this point. You’ve got some things left to learn, a mortgage to take out (which is nothing more than a moderately larger car payment) and a few other minor bugs to work out… But you’ve arrived in the world.

We’re so glad you made it.

Where was this going? Oh yeah! I’m 23 years old today.

errr, yesterday.

Beware the Bear


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