I would say that it is more difficult to become a young adult in mind as opposed to becoming one in body. Sure, changes to ones body are difficult to become accustomed to, but there are far more social challenges that will just feel like running full steam ahead into a brick wall. People you've considered to be close friends with since elementary school drift apart, and a myriad of responsibilities infringe upon your ability to relax and get a sufficient amount of sleep. Maintaining a fair balance of leisure time and schoolwork/sports seems like a herculean task most nights. People you've been dependent on for simple tasks can't always be there to assist you, so that is why I believe it's more difficult to become a young adult in mind.
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The keeper of family stories within my family is my uncle. My uncle had the most exposure to the family on my father's side, hence all of the stories he's retained from his adolescence. My father and uncle lived with my grandfather and his wife whom they both hated, so they ran away at a young age. My uncle ended up living with my late grandmother for the rest of his young life, while my father was taken in by a policeman after winding up at a police station (this was ages ago). After both my uncle and grandmother moved to the Cape from South Carolina, he had a profusion of wonderful stories from growing up with my relatives; stories that never seem to disappoint the most inattentive individuals.
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