I was invited today to a meeting of a philosophy club. Every week the club picks a topic of conversation. This week the topic happened to be “childhood”. The discussion around this topic was thoughtful and far-ranging, roaming from thoughts about earliest childhood memories to the question of when childhood ends.
Another distinguishing quality of this club is that all of its members are between the ages of seventeen and eighteen (I was invited by a seventeen year old friend — these people are clearly not ageist).
One thought I came away with, after this experience of deep and thoughtful conversation, is that by the time you have reached the age of seventeen, you have already, in many ways, completed the journey from childhood to adulthood.
Those three years seem to make a world of difference. The distance that separates, say, fourteen and seventeen can be vastly greater than the distance that separates seventeen from any other age of adult.