Sweet, sweet seventeen.

I have finally found a use for my young-looking...nes. Today at the mall, me, Kelsey, Ben, grandma and mom were all... well, at the mall. Anyway, mom went over to this dress shop while the rest of us stayed over looking at a map. I realized I didn't care where we went, so I didn't need to look at a map, so I followed mom. I don't know how she got past the obstacle course of sales people so quickly. She's good. First there was this guy shining shoes, who was trying to get me to buy something that would "work right before my eyes". As I was wondering how any shoe polish could work on rubber and canvas shoes, I pretended I didn't hear him and just said something like "oh, yeah" instead of answering him. Then I just smiled like an idiot at him and continued to walk. One down. Next there was this guy selling phones at one of the kiosks. Before I knew he was there he had already gotten out of me where I am from, or the lack thereof, since we are in the middle of moving. Next he asked me how old I was.
"N- Seventeen." I replied. "Oh, well come talk to me when your eighteen." Wow. With a huge smile, way too big for any normal dodging of a bullet, I continued on my way to the dress barn.

Youngin'

It all started in Utah, at a family reunion. I believe it was Calvin and Noah who couldn't believe that I was about to turn 14. They are my own family.

Fast forward to just a few months ago on my birthday.

Location: Olive Garden

Day: Nineteenth birthday

Dad: "You choose it's your birthday."

Me: "Dad." (scowling)

Waiter: "Really? How old are you?"

Me: "19".

Waiter: "Really?"

Me: "Yep."

Waiter: "I thought you were like 15 or 16. Is she really 19?"

Mom and Dad: "Yes."

This happened a few times. The rest of the time he just kept on looking at me in aw like I was some kind of freak show at a circus.

Now this last week.

Location: Grandma's ward relief society activity.

Day: Umm... yesterday.

Lady: "So, are you on Spring break?"

Me: "No, I'm actually graduated."

Later:

"So how old are you?"

"19"

"Really, I was thinking like 14 or 15."

People keep on telling me I'll be grateful for looking young later in life. I don't think so. How am I gonna get married if people think it's illegal to date me? I'll probably just end up an old cat lady. But all the cats will stay looking like kittens.