D: Ivory, you didn't write a detective blog! I didn't either, because I thought you would write a better one!
Now then... My favourite thing about getting older.
When I was a child, and our family used to travel around, there was a time I distinctly remember: When some old women told my Mom, 'what beautiful daughters you have.' ...*eye twitch*
I am a guy. I am male. I am not a girl, despite what anyone may think. I dress like a male. I was young, so my voice hadn't cracked (not that that makes any difference, since I can still sing opera if I want too). But I did not want to be called a *girl.*
So one day, while we were at somebody's house, I saw Crocodile Dundee. And he shaved with his knife. Dad had recently bought me a pocket knife, and I thought that my bread would grow a little quicker if I 'primed' it.
So, that night, I took out my pocket knife and 'primed' my mustache and a what would become a goatee. It was just running the blade of my pocket knife over my face once. And that's all I primed.
Within a few weeks, I started growing dark hair there, but the 'dark' hair was an almost-translucent light brown. And I was Only growing more hair There. So I 'primed' my cheeks in one line from my ears to my mustacheon either side.
I grew more hair there, but my 'beard' was practically translucent. And my mustache and goatee had grown into... a light-coloured mustache and goatee. And looked practically the same from the time I was 14 until I was 17. And beyond.
By about 19, my 'beard' was darker, but still only growing where I shaved all those years ago. So I looked like a thug when I put on dark glasses.
But Finally!! In my Twenties! My beard started to grow out full, and was darker than at 17. Though that kinda defeated the purpose, because by the time I was 15 I didn't look like a girl...
And one day my sister convinced me to shave, because 'she wanted to see her brother's face.' So I did. And it looked so different that it scared me... A photo was taken to commemorate.
So the best part about growing older? I don't know. I'm in my 20s, and could look mid-40s if I change my beard length and hairstyle, or 18-19 if I shaved.
But the best thing about growing up? My beard! It's so much fun pulling faces in the mirror. ^_^
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