18? No...21 actually.

while heading back to my car after a regular costco run,

i entered the parking lot, and after a little push and jump

i was riding my cart to my car.

i almost made it the whole way there on my cart.

on the way there i received disapproving looks.

and i wonder why people think i'm 18 instead of 21.
[my age comes up often in conversation. like at church.
when people think i am a new laurel.every week]
 

{i, however, enjoy being young. i'll take 18}