Thoughts on Twenty

 “I realized that there are no winners and losers, that just because you lost one thing doesn’t mean you won’t lose it all. There are people who have more and those who have less, and there’s no rhyme or reason to any of it.”

Just in time for Throw Back Thursday, my latest piece is about my twentieth college reunion. There’s nothing like the people who knew you when. I had fun writing this one. 


On the day I turned 20, I received a birthday card from my younger brother. “Wow,” he wrote in his cramped, jagged cursive, “I can’t believe you’re 20!” I couldn’t believe it either. Twenty felt like a big deal—the mathematical end of childhood and adolescence, the beginning of adulthood. I was finally old enough that someone was impressed by my age but still young enough that I wasn’t insulted by their astonishment.

Of course, nothing really changed on the day I turned 20. Inside, I still felt 19 or 14, or sometimes, even 10. Whatever the calendar said, I was no closer to being an adult at all. But 20 was perhaps the first time I realized I would never be something again—a teenager, a child—and that time really did only go in one direction.

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Published by Daisy Alpert Florin

I'm a writer, editor, teacher and mother of three. I write personal essays and am currently working on a novel. I grew up in New York City and now live in Connecticut with my family.

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