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How I Became A Manchild

I remember turning ten and thinking, “Wow, double digits. Things are really gonna change around here.”

Nothing really changed. Then I turned thirteen, and people were like, “You’re a teenager now.” I still felt the same as when I was twelve.

Then I hit twenty, and realized I wasn’t a teenager anymore. But I still felt like one.

My twenties officially ended a few days back, but there has been no obvious change.

So, since I turned ten, I haven’t really felt anything happen during any of my birthdays, which makes me basically the same person I was then. A child, but now with the body of a man. A manchild.


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  1. September 19, 2013 at 8:12 am

    At 47, I keep a firm grip on my inner child. Oh, wait, that’s my actual child. Never mind…

  2. September 26, 2013 at 1:55 pm

    Well now I understand my boyfriend a little better. 😉

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