I remember being young and counting down the days where I could make my own rules. I couldn’t wait to be sixteen so I could have freedom. I wanted to be eighteen so people would take me seriously. I wanted to be twenty-one so I could…well, you know what I mean. Time passed and at sixteen I had to work to get a car, pay for insurance, and there went the dream of 100% freedom. At eighteen, the adults didn’t take me seriously and I was still a kid in their eyes. No one took me seriously, until I was about thirty. Then at thirty,Read More →