August 1st, 2006. I turned 25 years of age... it was somewhat depressing. Then I realized that, in actuallity, the day was merely a marker for the begining of the 26th year I have been alive.
Oh, well. Still young in brain, heart, and soul; if not in body.
I think that's what a lot of people my age are thinking when they get to that age too. None of us are really very 'old' in the 'wisened' sense. We are all still out making the same mistakes, the same stupid comments about people/politics/etc.
Then I realize that age doesn't matter at all. In fact, it is a label used by society to determine what someone can/cant'/should/shouldn't be