They say that adulthood starts when biologically we can actually have children.
Okay. By this definition we are adults by 12 years old, In 1854, this would make perfect sense. By that point, all of us would have been working in factories, making babies, or killing other men. Times were tough in 1854. Especially if you grew up in the Wild West. Or Africa. Or anywhere, for that matter. And you died by 40. So there you go. Moving on.
THIS WAS BASICALLY THE TEMPLATE OF MY LIFE IN HIGH SCHOOL.
THE DUCK MAN FOREVER! YES, MY LIFE IS LIKE A JOHN HUGHES FILM.
I WISH I WAS THIS KIND OF OUTCAST.