Rights of passage that I've gone through to me are cute. Like, potty trianing, going from the bottle to the sippy cup. From the sippy cup to glasses and mugs. When I got my ears peirced I felt like a big kid. I felt like I could handle responsibility now. And then a couple years later when I got my ears peirced the second time I felt even better. Or when you first take your training wheels off of your bike. The passage I am looking forward to most now is turning 18. I can get my peircings on my own, without parental consent. I will be able to vote!
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