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I believe that age only gives an idea of the biological processes that affect the body of each person. I refer to myself in different time frames: at one time I feel completely like a child( many people managed to preserve feelings that can only be felt at an early age), at another – I am as young as possible. And, of course, in certain moments of life, when you need to make, for example, difficult choices, take responsibility in a particular situation, I am a mature person
At the age of 14, I looked older than my peers( I looked 16 years old) and thought like older people,unlike my classmates, I had completely different hobbies and it was difficult for me to communicate with them. I felt like I was 17 years old and I was communicating with “youngsters”. To be honest, my ESV was off the scale at that time, especially after reading The Catcher in the Rye, I could say that I was mixing everyone up with shit, but I also skillfully played the role of an ordinary 14-year-old girl. I communicated mainly with children over 18 and under 25, although on the Internet (Skype/vk). I never said my age so that my words were perceived as those of an adult, and when I revealed my age, they simply did not believe me. But after that, communication did not change, people already knew that I always communicate like this and I was glad that I was not perceived as a stupid child. At the age of 16, I began to feel like I was 18 years old. I began to communicate less with people, but the feeling that I was older than I was did not give me rest, sometimes it seemed as if I was born too late and in fact my mother should have given birth to me in the year 94. It was difficult for me to communicate with my peers, maybe it's because we have a small city, the contingent of which leaves much to be desired, but I was really lonely, my friends/classmates could not support my topics for communication. Even my “boyfriend”, whom I dated at school, I just played the role, and when I came home I was myself. On the Internet, I could find people who were similar to me and it was easier for me. At the same time, I could communicate with people in their 30s and 40s, my mother's friends always talked to me on equal terms, unlike other children/teenagers, but the age difference made it clear. Now in my 18 years, on the contrary, I feel like a child, having moved away from my mother, I realized how little I knew, I knew a lot in theory how to live, but when I began to live with a guy who is about 22 years old and has a richer life experience(I found times of famine), I realized that I was still a child. Sometimes I scold myself for being overly cautious and realize that I'm still really that 14-year-old teenager who thinks he knows everything, but in reality knows nothing and can't do it. I hope I'll still be at 17 😀 when I'm 30. �
I still have a strange situation with the number “17”, I was very much looking forward to my seventeenth birthday, a lot of changes took place this year and my life finally became richer. Now, after the 18th anniversary, I really want to extend the 17th anniversary, I often make mistakes and say that I am 17 and still do not believe that I am now an ADULT.
I always felt younger, so I easily threw off 10 years from the years I had lived. Working with young people is an interesting job. Friends are full of energy. Lots of travel, lots of new stuff. Life!
But sometimes you realize that you have become an adult, specifically from those who are already well over n years old. A couple of months ago, I went to knock out a kindergarten for a child, I've been waiting in line for almost 3.5 years, I didn't really strain myself, but then the time came, the child needs socialization. I came to this district center, which has two (!)hours for reception. three days a week, from 11 to 13 o'clock. And here I am among 150 people, a significant part of whom are mothers with children who have no one to leave at home with, and we are standing in line, and when you approach the inspector, they tell you that there are no seats, but literally by September everything will be arranged, hold on, and you still need to take two or three references, right there, and you You feel very, very grown up.