It has been a long time since I had a birthday that wasn't a big deal...
At sixteen you get to drive.
At seventeen you are that perfect "not a girl, not yet a woman" age.
At eighteen you become an adult and get to vote.
At nineteen you become more of an adult and first birthday away from home.
At twenty you leave the "teens" behind.
At twenty-one you get to drink.
Twenty-two is the perfect age...young but not a child.
Twenty three is the beginning of REAL adulthood. No more fun birthdays, only wrinkles to look forward to. I want to stay twenty-two.
p.s. My birthday is is 13 days. I plan to turn twenty-two for the second time.