Growing up, I considered people in their twenties to be lightyears older than I was. It seemed like those years were so far out of reach at the time. As I planned out my future through the Sim’s game, I concluded that I would be married by 26 with three kids, four ponies, and a healthy amount of cheat codes that would get me through all of life’s obstacles. Let’s face it, I didn’t have the most common sense growing up… I mean, I wanted to name my first-born “Shockey” for God’s sake.
Well, my 8th birthday turned into 9 and my 15th into 22. Needless to say, the plan that I envisioned for myself did not turn out the way I thought it would. At age 25, I can’t imagine getting married anytime soon, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be ready for children, and ponies scare the f*ck out of me.