To what point and what purpose?

Four days ago I passed from "sweet sixteen" to "sour seventeen", as several wise people have already informed me. Although I'm not completely convinced that they speak rightly, it does inspire in me a nagging fear that it may indeed be true. For many people the passing of another birthday is abhorent for it reminds them that they are not so slowly, and surely aging. For myself it has never been so. For instince, sixteen sounds, feels, smells, tastes, and most of the time looks quite young, and all ages before it are nothing to speak of. But seventeen--pardon my language--Seventeen.....is Scary. Um, does this mean that I have to be mature?? Oh dear. "sigh" Ah well, I have determined to mark this new year of my life with a novel and exciting undertaking which you must know......is this blog! I trust that my readers will bear with this poor specimen of a writer and glean at the very least some amusement from my striving.