Yes, I remember a lot of being 18. I remember having to register for the draft. I remember not feeling any different than I did the day before.
I didn't smoke, so being old enough to buy cigarettes was no big deal. I remember being excited I could vote, but we had a presidential election the November before, so it would be a while before I got to vote for a president.
I've said several times over the past week or so that I could never survive being a parent. I think having a kid turn 18 would be the worst of all. Where did the kid go? (Well, speaking from experience, I know the kid is still in there somewhere, just under the surface, usually. Or that's the case in the darkness behind my eyes.)
Cody turned 18 this week. Jordan turns 18 in just a little over 20 months. It's just strange.
Now begins the string of graduation ceremonies... And then I guess the nearest nursing home after all that's over, eh?
Anyway, back to school tomorrow to prepare more kids for 8th grade and beyond. Gives me something to do while all these kids I know are growing up!