Introduction.

I am 18, but I am a child.

This summer will be the last summer I am treated as a child. This fall will be the start of my transition into adulthood. At least I hope so.

Tomorrow, I say. Tomorrow I will finish my summer work. Tomorrow I will start running. Next quarter I will take more units. Next year I will get a job. Tomorrows turn into somedays but most somedays turn into nevers.

I don’t think I could say with truth that tomorrow, I will no longer be a child.