innocence is bliss

I recently had a birthday. I am not old. However, I do not feel like I am quite so young any more. I say this because for the first time I am embarrassed to tell anyone who asks my age what it is. That is a clue right there- I'm not old enough that it would be considered rude to ask my age, but young enough that to answer feels revealing. I confess that the sheepishness comes from the fact that, in my head, I look like a innocent 12 year old girl, maybe 16. This is probably because when I was that age I thought anyone who was the age I am now was a real 'grown up'- wrong. In my inocent mind to be so old meant life was fun and full of excitment, which it is, and I couldn't wait to get there. However, what I failed to realize was the innocent bliss of being 12 years old.