Oooh... we're talking spiritual ages? [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] Well, that entirely depends on teenage hormone imbalancing and how my day went. Some days I'm perfectly cheerful (remember being so happy around age 9?) and scare little children by skipping and dancing down the school halls... Those days get people telling me to grow up, act mature, and stop goofing off. Other days (and these tend to be more frequent)... well, lets put it this way: Angsty Teenage #$%*@-the-worldness. Those are the days that people tend to say things like "Quit being so cynical.", "Have fun! You're still a teenager!" and "Stop being such a buzzkill." So I suppose that makes me a nice mix between my girls (my little cousins) and my teachers.
I was just thinking about my first "big-kid" book... I was in second grade and bored out of my mind, so I read a 100-page documentary about Endangered Species (Komodo Dragons, California Condors, and the like). At least that's the one I remember. My parents (and brothers) claim that I learned to read from a big green animal book and that I used to toddle about our house saying things like "Ring-tailed lemurs come from Madagascar" and pointing to the pictures...
I remember reading The Hobbit for the first time shortly after I turned 12 and wondering why I was the only person in my class who enjoyed it...
I almost wish I could claim to have been one of the ones who grew up hearing the mastery, but I'm thankful that I wasn't introduced until I was older. I don't think I would have appreciated the books as much had I heard them when I was younger. I just wouldn't have understood as much.
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