Yeah, I got cheated when I hit puberty. No extreme sports and the like for me. No joyous occasions each month. At least my mother took me out to lunch to celebrate the first one. So, I got something out of the deal. But I think I'll be feeling even more celebratory when I finally stop, at which point I hope for my sisters to take me to dinner, as I want to do for them. Now, that's something to feel joyous about! Maybe we'll even go sky diving (though probably not).
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