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Like Shawnee, my last real summer of freedom was younger than Ibs is now. And when I was 17 I was allowed more freedom and (in my case) no longer had to worry about exams.
And when I was 22 I'd already started to address some of my issues of low self esteem and confusion that plagued my teens.
I've pretty much liked every age I've been - if they've been shitty years it's not been because of my age, but because of external issues. But from 16 until about 24 things just got better and better.
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