18

Its 2009, and I've been 18 for roughly 9 months now. I remember dreaming of becoming 18 when I was about 8, and because of my colour synesthesia (where I picture words - namely times of the year, ages, days of the week, etc - in colours) I made 18 sound/look glamorous. It was a warm orange, 16 was a bright yellow, but gradually blending to this bright, exciting orange. I'd be at the peak of education, and everything would be going perfectly in my life, just like it was for my 18 year old family friend at the time. (Of course it wasn't quite that peachy for her. I still don't know what it was like to be 18 for her.)