I love growing up, and I really love being an adult. Being a child never really fascinates me. I prefer where I am now, at this age.
When I was 14, my parents sent me abroad on a study tour package. It was one of the best experiences for me, and I realized I didn’t even miss home, even though it was a 3 week program. I was enjoying being on my own too much. And no, I didn’t abuse it to do drugs. I was a very responsible teen. 
After I returned, I felt somewhat…more grown up than I was before. I started to have the courage to decide things on my own, without consulting my parents. They were startled at first, but slowly…they stopped giving me curfews, they stopped knocking on my bedroom door unless it’s time to eat, they stopped telling me to go to bed…. And because they never actually told me beforehand that they would stop doing so and so because they’d consider me an adult, I never really have a momentum for that, just a slow realization that something that used to happen has stopped.
The down-side to it is they stopped taking me shopping. They’d just give me the money. Which is bad. Because then I’d have more limited amount. But, really, it is nothing compared to what I get in return. I’d take adult-hood anytime!
