The years fall off a lot faster now, as I suppose they are meant to when you get older. There is gray in my beard, and I am more forgetful than I used to be. I also get tired a lot more often. I am in my mid-30s now, and I think about what I thought I would be doing at this point of my life when I was kid. Luckily, I’m not too far off from my younger imagination. At least, my writing journey has brought me to where I am now.