2. Adulthood Does Not Start at 18

I have no idea why, but I remember being a “precocious” (read: bratty and smug) 12 year old, swearing to my mom I was moving out the very day I turned 18 so I could be free to do whatever I wanted.

I completely ditched that way of thinking long before the age of 18, of course, but many kids don't. They're convinced that 18 is a magic number, that you get a membership card into the wonderful world of adulthood on your birthday. Not so much, kiddos. In fact, I know a couple of 30 year olds who are less mature than most teens.

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