I am 24. I turned 24. I lived for 24 years. And I spent that day oversleeping. I was asked how old I was by an inquisitive passerby. I happened to answer, twenty - pause – four last Wednesday. That’s when I felt the first time that I was no more an amateur. I think the teenager mentality lasted till I was still 23. But all of a sudden when I felt like my birthday was just another day, and celebrating it would be unnecessary, felt normal and yet not quite felt the same way before.
Anyways, I still cut a muffin and blew candles out and wished on the 24th night, when the dates in the region I was, had already changed to 25th.
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