I used to think it was super weird when I would ask grown ups how old they were and they had to think about it. Like, how could you forget your age? It was so important as a kid, because every year or two there was a milestone you'd be waiting for. The past couple years I've caught myself genuinely having to think about how old I actually was. My theory is that when you're a grown up your exact age doesn't matter-- you're part of an age range now. So I think I'll just start telling people I'm 25-34 from now until I'm 35-44.
Oh yea - and today was my birthday. I wasn't able to do a bday set in time, but found these low quality photos I took when I was 18-24. I honestly may have posted these before. You know how the memory starts to go with age. So if I have, here they are again. And it's my birthday so you have to just pretend to be happy about it.