Well, at 18...
You begin to feel old. And then, a few years down the road, you start losing your hair (balding or pulling it out...both work.) Another few years from balding/losing hair, you get up one morning and decide that the usual brand of coffee you drank for 20 years of your life tastes like cardboard. The next year, you stop buying coffee all together. Three months later, you have a mid-life crisis and go surfing in Hawaii.
In Hawaii, you meet a nice waiter/waitress who offers you good tasting fruit. You eat the fruit and begin to feel healthy again. You go home and decide you want to see the world. A week later, you build yourself an airplane that doesn't fly from your broken down washing machine and old chairs.
Embarking on this journey of a lifetime, you forget your toothbrush at home. By the time you thought of this, however, you're already half way to Venezuela (unless you're in Venezuela. If you are, take out an atlas and point your right foot's big toe on a random place. You will be half way to this place).
In a fit of horror and disbelief, you stop off at the nearest Shopper's DrugmartŪ to get some gum. You pick the BerryBerry flavour, only to realize, 7 weeks later, that you still don't have a toothbrush.
While you're thinking this (and well past Venezuela/insert-random-country-here) a random semi-truck going at a random speed decides to randomly (go figure) stop off at a random truck stop.
The trucker orders fried eggs and a pound of bacon and returns to his truck. While he is driving, he spontaneously checks his gas meter, while noting the very sudden dryness of a the weather. Suddenly, a tornado hits (yes, in very dry weather, which is rare. But this is a very rare story of being, and so you must bare with me and the unusual circumstances) and tosses the trucker out of the truck to safety in a nearby barn, and carries the truck somewhere past Venezuela.
Coincidentally, the unflying airplane has just crossed the Argentinian border when a gi-normous species of truck lands in the middle of the road. "HALLELUJAH!" you cry in pure ecstacy that is not made in a factory. Abandoning your loyal and sturdy groundplane (which you named "Hank"), you load everything into the front seat of the semi and continue your journey around the world.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a pelican attacks the semi's windshield. You scream, faint, and drive the truck into a nearby parking lot. When you come to, you are surrounded by good fruit. You eat the fruit, feeling healthy again (also noting the amazing parking job you somehow managed) and then continue on your journey.
5 months and 9 weekends later, you find yourself in Mexico. Actually, in Europe, they call it Spain. You buy a sombrero (which is added to your "foreign words of unusual humanic species" list, word #47) and travel west to the Orient, skipping France.
When you get to China, you realize that you not only skipped France, but also the rest of Europe. No worries, you brought your sombrero along (which you named "Zombi" because "Sombi" didn't sound right.) You also picked up a stray cat, who you didn't name for private reasons.
From China to Japan, and Japan to the Koreas and the Phillipines, you hear of Papa New Guinea. Never having met this Papa New Guinea before, you decide to search for this Papa and meet his children. Perhaps they would like to look after the cat and Zombi while you finish your tour of the world?
You never find Papa New Guinea because a Bed and Breakfast hotel catches your eye. You like cotton, so you stay there over night. The next morning, you have a new tent set, and the manager chasing you with a spork.
Escaping the angry, mean man, you drive on into dusk...
and wake up the next morning to find yourself in a crazy home for crazy people at the age of 18.
I apologize for making this so long, but I guess what I was trying to say was...
turning 18 isn't half bad when you're dreaming. 7 more months of childhood bliss!
[This message has been edited by chasing rain (07-03-2003 09:43 PM).]