The time we looked forward to when, way back in our youth, people asked us amusing questions like, "What will you be when you grow up?"
The thing we couldn't wait for when we got angry at our parents and wanted to be older so we wouldn't have to put up with them anymore.
We're not children anymore. We can't hide behind our mother's skirts or hold our father's hand when we're scared of the dark.
It won't be long before we're doing that for our children.
On graduation night, when we stand up there so proud... and so alone, we'll cry. Because the panic will finally hit us and we'll finally realize there's no more waiting around.
Life is here.