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Wednesday, Jun. 05, 2002

It's A Rumour That's Part Of Our History

As children, our greatest dream is to grow up. Our largest, hardest, greatest goal, is to achieve adulthood successfully. Well, I know that would be mine. To finally be living on my own, with more of my own friends, my own car, my own home, my own means of supplying things for myself. To be an adult. Grown up.

In the car on our way home from school, my mother presented me with the valuable information that in around five years, I will be able to buy my own car. Now, normally, I would have probably nodded said "Cool." and just looked out the window. Today, however, was different. Today I actually thought for a while after this information was revealed to me.

Yes, I said "Cool." and looked out the window, but I started to think ahead. I started to picture myself taking driving courses and then I felt myself behind the wheel of a new car. I could almost smell the new leather, the new car smell. I continued to think this way. I pictured myself in a few years, in University, in my own apartment. To be truthful, I grew scared. I became unsure that I could actually go and do all that by myself. I mean, I can hardly believe that I'm going to be in grade ten next year. It's unnerving.

Definately unnerving, finding yourself almost on the verge of crossing the threshold into adulthood. Oh well, I suppose I will cope with it.

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