Wasn’t I just an infant? Crying in my mother’s arms and receiving all sorts of attention?
Wasn’t I just three? Crawling and walking everywhere to feel big?
Wasn’t I just five? The days of heading off to kindergarten and the excitement rushing through me?
Wasn’t I just seven? When the playground at school was the best place to play?
Wasn’t I just nine? When I acted as if I was a princess and the world revolved around me?
Wasn’t I just eleven? The whole year I had the same double digits?
Wasn’t I just thirteen? The “cool” teenager who needed to text and have a good amount of friends?
Wasn’t I just fifteen? When all I wanted was to turn 16 and have bigger opportunities?
Am I now really seventeen? Going to college in less than two years and becoming an adult?
— Meghan Onderdonk