Living two decades is like climbing a mountain and reaching the top only to realize that there is an even higher mountain to climb. When it feels so close, but yet seems so far away, like a galaxy far far away. I am technically not old enough to drink yet, but I am looking forward to turning twenty-one next year, following that rites of passage into adulthood. But for now, let me just enjoy my twentieth year in life. I have to admit I have struggled with my adolescent years, but hey, the important thing is that I survived them. My childhood was one marked with some interesting characters and moments. Living two decades has made me see the world much more differently and looking back at those moments of childhood and adolescence makes me feel all the more grateful for those wonderful blessings, for the people who influenced me to become who I am today.

I had a happy childhood, experiencing new things such as how to do common household chores and how to have fun. Honestly, I have always been an introvert, letting others approach me first and do the talking instead of me having to come over and spark the conversation. However, there is nothing wrong with that, but once I really get to know the person, you would guess that I am more extroverted and outgoing. I like to make people laugh with sarcastic jokes and friendly pranks. I am the family clown. My sister hates it when I make fun of her, but when she makes fun of me, it seems totally acceptable. Back in the Philippines, my uncle, aunt, sister, and I would take a trip to this pool club on Sundays. When my grandmother asked if we went to church, there was an awkward silence in the room. She suspected that we were not going to mass. But we could not lie to her, not like that. Let’s just say that when she found out about this whole affair, she did not want to give us any more sweet treats, but rather make us pray the rosary for what we had done.

My adolescent years were more challenging, but I had the most self-growth character and personality wise. Learning how to drive, for instance, was frustrating. I would hit those cones recklessly. When I took driver’s ed over an intense course of two weeks, I was about ready to give up. I failed to stay in my line and could not even park right. Thanks to my dad, I got my license and became the safest driver I know and learnt how to be more aware of my surroundings and trust my instinct. Now, I can handle longer drives alone and even take myself to school now, instead of having my parents drive me.

I think part of growing up is learning how to be independent and making yourself more confident about what you do and what goals you wish to accomplish in life. Instead of complaining about aging, we should be celebrating it. By acting mature and aging in wisdom, we become greater role models for the future generation. Remember, it is not about how far you have to go to get to the top of that mountain, but rather it’s the climb, the struggle that pushes us to fight and survive.