It recently
was my eighteenth birthday and, of course, was very special for me... at least,
the first day of my eighteen. The truth is that I have done practically nothing
that I couldn’t do before since my birthday; I only have signed a lot of papers
for change my bank accounts.
I know I
will see the main advantages in few weeks (I hope) when I get my drive licence.
This is what I wish the most at this moment because I am tired of depending of
my parents every time that I want to go to a place, especially when we go to
party. In these occasions, I expect that I will notice my eighteen too; even
more when the rest of my friends are also adult... but, nothing more.
We
celebrate days that are equal than the anterior days or the day after. However,
the conclusion where I want to arrive is not that we do silly things (that we
do); the conclusion of all of this is that we would have to celebrate things more
often, never minding the date, because the truth is that we live too stressed
and we don’t value things like we would have to do it.
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