How Do I Grown Up | Becca Wadlington
I’m one of those people who’s been called an old soul for most of my life. Did I use the word “frankly” in my interview for kindergarten? Yes. Did I ask for a subscription to NewsWeek for my 17th birthday? Sure. Beyond the old-souliness though, I’m a child. My favorite game is “name of your sex tape,” I am always game for ice cream and I never fail to laugh at poop stories. In short, I guess I’m just a childish old person wearing a 26-year-old-costume.