On my last day of being nineteen i was hit by a serious thought, "I am not ready" so many things came to my mind that I am not ready for, I know that turning 20 really is not very old, but it is the oldest I had ever become and I was having trouble with the thought. It seems like a fairy tale when I think about all that has happened since my parents wished me well and I left home with bitter sweet tears... to be honest I do not know that I was ready back then either but I went, the thing about time is that it does not wait for you to be ready...