One afternoon at the end of camp, a student turned to me and asked, "Maggie, what time is your lights out?"
I giggled. "I'm twenty-five," I replied. "I'm a grown up. No one tells me when to go to bed but me."
My student was impressed. My twelve-year-old self did a fist-pump. There are some really cool aspects of being a grown up, like staying up until one in the morning watching old episodes of The Office, deciding what you want to make yourself for dinner, and wearing high heels to work.
|Oh yeah, it's a real cool hood.|
It all sounds so serious, but I actually am very excited. I firmly believe that growing up is a good thing (take that Peter Pan!). So many cool and exciting things are about to happen! I can't wait to experience growing up and share my story with you.