I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things, but you're old enough, too.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
You always feel like your 18-year-old self in some sense. And that's what walking through New York on a June evening feels like - you feel like it's Friday, and you're 17 years old.
I had sort of had a 21st birthday when I was 17, 18 years old living in Japan. I had all of that stuff sort of happen earlier for me, which happens to a lot of people. My 21st birthday was just a little boring. Not a great story.
I probably only cried five or six times in my life and I think four of those times was from my daddy kicking my butt.
When you're 16 or 17, I think like most people that age, the first time you experience certain things in life, whether it's heartbreak or death or love, obviously it's going to seem like a much bigger deal.
No 17-year-old is just one thing, especially in this day and age. Kids are into all sorts of things.
You couldn't pay me enough money to go back to being 20. So many tears; what a nightmare it was. It's much better being older.
When I arrived in France, I cried every day. Not because I was in France - I could have been anywhere - but because I was so far, far away from my parents. I missed them so much.
It's a terrifying thing to be perhaps 16 or 17 and feel like you are a failure and a has-been.
I cried when I turned 34 for no other reason than 34 sounded old to me at the time.
I came out when I was 17. I was in the church; I was crying every Sunday for about a year. I came to terms with the fact with this is who I was - I wasn't going to be able to be a different person. At 17, you feel like a freak already, and so to have that fire and brimstone against your attraction is just screwed up!