One of my best friends turned 19 at the stroke of midnight. He has currently been as such for 58 minutes, and it's a strange thought for me.
This is a friend of mine who has perhaps been one of the most constant and long standing. It all started in the absolute cringe-worthy intermediate days. The awkward chubby days for both of us. We'd trade secrets and code names for crushes on cool kids- I remember the day we called a girl "Ricies" on a rainy bus ride home. We even graced the dance floor back then, almost just as we did tonight only with a little extra weight and slightly rosier cheeks. We faced the perils of adolescent troubles together, we both know pain the other has seen. We know scars and tells and jokes that one can only share with someone who has walked through the most pivotal parts with you. I had of those flashback moments tonight. One of those moments where you ask "Where did time go?"
I swear it was just a few days ago when we were standing on each others feet giggling at the year 8 social. It was just yesterday that I fought for his scars. It was just yesterday that "Ricies" said hello to him after fifth period english.
I've come to this startling realisation that people grow up. They trade in the velcro for laces and they walk away from their bookbags. Somewhere in between the heartache and the dramas that belong only to teenagers, we grow up. It creates a sense of urgency for the enjoyment of each age and stage. We must realise it now before we grow up further. It creates a sense of pride for a parent, a sense of accomplishment for you and I. Growing up doesn't have to be this big scary thing. It can be a chance to look back at what made you you and a chance to be grateful. Growing up grants opportunity to you and I, it is whether or not we grasp it that matters. It's not the end of the world but it's an important conclusion to reach. People grow up.