Great Scott, I'm so old!

I was watching Dexters Lab on the Cartoon Network(Thank God that in the night they don't broadcast those crappy shows like "chota bheem" etc.) when it hit me.. I'm almost 19 years old (18 and a half to be precise) , I'm an adult according to the law of the land. I'm gonna be in my second at College this year, My younger cousins(really young I thought) , are preparing for their competitive exams. In the end credits of the almost all the cartoons that I used to watch I can find "copyrights 1998,2002"etc. My favorite cricketers from childhood have retired ( See Glenn McGrath), my dad can no longer beat me at arm-wrestling ( He is still damn strong though! Love you old man!) , I no longer feel the urge to have a girlfriend cause it's cool, All my school friends have gone away, I 'enjoy' reading the newspaper, I relish the prospect of indulging in a political debate, and most of all - My clothes don't fit me!
I won't say it's a happy change, but it's not sad either. Alas,It's just inevitable, so I must embrace the change ,my brain cells tell me, but at the same time the kid inside me refuses to die, I still love watching all those crazy cartoons(I still remember the Pokemon theme song word by word!), I still am crazy about  reading comic books. My mum still calls me by funny nick names(Can not be disclosed on public forums) which reassures me of my juvenescence.
On the threshold of adulthood ,with a part of me refusing to give in, I think I'll be stuck like this forever. As a great man once said  "doesn't really matter to me"
The bottom line - The trick is growing up without growing old.


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