Sixteen was supposed to be some big, important year. And in a way I guess it was, for me, but none of it happened because I was sixteen. It happened because I expanded my mind and my social circle, and I wiped my tears away and traveled as much as I could, and I decided something needed to change. And it did, I guess. But that was all me and not my age.
So seventeen? I'm sure it will be new and exciting, but I won't change and none of it will happen on my actual birthday tomorrow like it does in books.