edu180atl: sam glover 12.3.12
Upon realizing that I am in fact turning 17 in few days time, I have been in state of mild shock. How can I actually be 17 years old? Where did 16, 15, 14 go? Although high school has not been the time of my life and many days seem to last an age, I guess it is flying by. Being only 17, each year seems so significant. Each different age is something to be cherished. Age is tied to time and time is completely mystifying. Personally I would go as far as to say that we can never fully grasp it, and cannot be entirely measured. So, I ask the question: Is age truly a measure of our growth?
The day I got on a plane to the Miami airport and took the first step on my greatest adventure yet, July 6, I grew. The day I saw my sister in the hospital, I grew. The day I got on a plane by myself, I grew. The day my dog died and I saw my dad cry, January 18, I grew. The day I got in a car accident, October 12, I grew. The day I watched 5 movies back to back and discovered a passion for film that has fueled my dreams since, I grew.
Never on my birthday, have I categorically grown. My birthday measures my numerical age. It does not, however, measure my growth. As I grow, I am learning that age is just a number.