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Yesterday, April 7th, I turned 18.
And thus, his childhood ended.
I turned 18 in a very cool way: ice skating (pun intended; if being eighteen means anything, it will mean that I'll become more like my dad, and that is just the sort of silly thing he would think of.)
My roommates and I joked about the lack of significance of this age to the Mormon audience. The typical new eighteen-year-old capabilities (gambling, porn, and cigarettes) were obviously no-goes, though I am quite excited that I can now buy fireworks...which unfortunately are illegal in Carson City.
It was a great day: started it ice skating with friends, which turned into a walk to the Rape Hill Duck Pond, which fortunately led to all of us being very tired and going home to sleep at around two-ish. After seven hours of sleep (yes, I am fully aware that that little sleep on a Saturday is ridiculous), I started off the day right with four waffles drenched in deliciously succulent Strawberry syrup. I then played a rousingly rambunctious game of soccer for an hour before heading off to the BYU baseball game (an hour late, which is fine for me because I find baseball rather boring). Then our dearly beloved FHE sisters came over which was awesome because my (whisper) secretly favorite sister and best friend Casey had made cupcakes, which were gulped down with beautiful bottles of Henry Weinhard's Root Beer (pretty much the meal can be compared to ambrosia and nectar, the foods of the Greek gods). I then went to choir practice, which was great because I really miss singing in a choir. Then was the event all had been anxiously waiting for, the one, the only, Provo YSA 46th Ward Closing Social. I had a blast, with amazing friends, while we learned the haka, watched "home videos" submitted by the FHE groups, and had a performance by the Un-Sunday choir (which sings gospel music as a companion to the Ward Choir), in which I got to sing like a black person (always a fun experience). Me and two friends then took the remaining leis and ran throw a girls hall, knocking on random doors and giving leis to all in the apartment, essentially our little way of brining utter happiness and joy. I then practiced, as previously mentioned, for my solo in Church the next day before having a completely, undeniably cool Nerf war in another Heritage building.

To quote the great country music artist Darius Rucker, "As I lay down that night, I thanked the Lord above, for giving me everything I ever could dream of!"

My 18th birthday was amazing and 19 should be even better because you know what that means...MISSION!