17 Years Gone

It was December 3, at night, when it truly hit me that I would never be seventeen again. Seventeen hadn't been a significant year, no new lessons learned, no new life experiences. It had been filled with tests, school, and college applications. Certainly nothing to get weepy over. But there I was... Visibly shaken by the prospect of seventeen slipping through my fingers. Maybe it was the fact that adulthood has been knocking ever louder on the door and I'm just not completely ready to open it yet. Not quite ready to hand over my childhood for a job and responsibilities. I'm not sure if I ever will. I have a feeling eighteen will be a good year though. I can feel it. In the words of Alice Cooper, "I'm eighteen and I don´t know what I want." I hope I find out soon though.