I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things, but you're old enough, too.
If we could be twice young and twice old we could correct all our mistakes.
The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.
Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.
The Summer after high school, when we first met, we make out in your Mustang, to Radiohead, and on my 18th birthday, we got matching tattoes, Used to steal your parents liquor, then climb to the roof, Talk about our future like we had a clue, Never thought I'd wondering I'd be losing you In another life, I would be your belle
I chose to wait to get my drivers license. Since I was working and I didn't have time, I got it like a week before my 18th birthday.
I'm really not the party type. I more like to have friends over at the house and chill. I've never been the super party type. But for the 18th birthday, you got to party. And then 21 is going to be even bigger.
I celebrated my 18th birthday in Japan, which was quite memorable; I was quite fascinated by the different traditions and the culture; it was so completely different to Australian culture.
I had been offered a Hollywood contract before my 18th birthday. It gave me the spark I needed.
I married two weeks after my 18th birthday, far too young, and by the time I was 23 I was a single mother of three small children, Sean, Daniel and Victoria, living in a prefab house.
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