Do you remember yourself as a child and how you could not wait to grow a little older? How eager we were to drop our baby looks and be addressed like adults, wear adult clothes and go places on our own? The funny thing though is that most of us do not realise when we actually become adults.
I know I didn't.
One thing I know is that I am growing old, but I am not growing up. When I turned 20, I felt like I knew all I needed for my journey of life, but it didn't really resonate with me that I was an adult. I considered myself young and at a very good age, with young well-developed physique and somewhere-between-young-and-mature-mind.
What makes one an adult? Is it the national stipulation that says anyone above 18 is an adult? Or is it the moment one realise it in his head, 'I am an adult?'? To some people, hitting 18 or 21 was just another birthday for them, a reason to party...