Can I, please?
Ever since college, I have pretty consistently found myself to be the youngest member (the baby) of every social group of which I've been a part.
Mars Hill small group? (I miss you guys terribly, by the way!) When we started that, most people were in the 26-29 range, and I was 22.
At work, I would consistently get the, "NO WAY - You're really only 23?!?" treatment.
And here in Bloomington, too. Most of our friends are in their late 20's on up.
Yes, good-natured teasing has been part-and-parcel of this dubious position.
BUT in two days I turn 25. Halfway to 50! I remember back in college when my friend Chris turned 25. It was like HOLY COW OLD MAN. And now, 6 years later, I'm there too.
I feel that hitting the 25-year-old-mark makes me a full-fledged grown-up. Am I wrong? In my mind, 25 sounds considerably older than 24. So I'd like to turn in my "Baby Card." I may still be the younger than many of my friends, but come on, 25 is respectably old.