I often wonder what my favourite age was, and I guess there’s many ways to measure this, but here’s one.
The first birthday I truly dreaded was my 20th. After being a teenager for so long, changing the first digit of my age felt like so much more of a step and suddenly so much more grown up and responsible when I was still just a student – I didn’t look forward to it one bit! So I guess I often think of 19 as my favourite age, that was 2nd year of Uni, which was when I really started to enjoy it (apart from the studying of course!). I took massive steps forward that year, learnt a lot, am a better person for it!
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There comes a time when you try to ignore, rather than love of loath birthdays. Think I’ve been there for a while now.