Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday dear me, Happy Birthday to me.

Yep, today’s my birthday. And in case you’re worried about me being on my own and not being treated properly on my birthday, feel free to shower me with goodies. But seriously, I’m fine. My parents sent a balloon and a couple boxes of cookies. The more fun thing about having a birthday is that I can talk about it here.

I went downtown and yo-yoed today, and I was tempted to stop in every restaurant and ask if they had any kind of “free food on your birthday” deal. And more than any other birthday in my life (up to this point), I’ve actually been forced to think. I turned 20 today. 20. I’m not a teenager anymore. I’ve been around for two decades. I was born at the end of the seventies. Whoa. But I guess I am still a kid at heart. My mom said I was still a kid when I talked to her tonight. I mean c’mon, I was downtown yo-yoing today. What kind of an adult does that? It still surprises me how old I am. “Kids” like me have fought and died in wars. “Kids” like me have been married with kids of their own. “Kids” like me have changed the world.

And I guess as a true measure of adulthood, I took the train downtown today. Oh the joys of mass transit! Public transportation is just cool. I like to drive, but why fight traffic for over an hour, when I can just sit on my butt and read a book or drift off to sleep? I thought it was pretty cool. More cities need trains like Chicago. Also while I was downtown, I saw the cows! Way cool.