So I know most of you would say that the age of 28 is not old, and for the most part, I would agree with you, but this year has somehow given me a complex about getting older. I think it began at training camp last year when I met many people on my squad who just graduated college. My complex strengthened as I noticed more and more gray hairs plain as day on my brunette head. And then it was solidified on Halloween when there were more than a few of my squad-mates who did not know who Punky Brewster was. They thought I just really liked to tease my hair, I suppose.
 

Anyway, I’m going to take this opportunity to say for the very last time. I am 27 years old.