4 secrets no one tells you about growing up

When I turned 10, I could barely contain my excitement. I had finally reached the two-digit stage and oh! The possibilities it brought. Every part of me was growing; my shoes were now size 4 and the books the teacher gave us were bigger with smaller fonts and they had adult English. At 13, they had a name for me: “teenager”. I had their complete attention and everything I did was excused by the name. At 16, I loved a boy and I think he loved me too but ours was not valid to the world.

At 18, they looked at me expectantly demanding answers to all their questions. “What is your passion?’ Whom will you vote for?” All these were confusing but the new found freedom was too exhilarating to resist. I was an adult! Now I am 20 and I do not know what I am doing. Being an adult I have come to realise is not neat with everything arranged in folders on how things should be done. Everything is messy and confusing. Amidst all these confusion I have learnt a few things about growing up-small bits and pieces to the grand puzzle.