Don’t make any babies! Save that for your 30s.
You can’t be 20 on Sugar Island.
– Neal Young
What exactly are the advantages to being 19 years old that you won’t have when you are 20?
Could you please enumerate them for us?
Leaving the teenage years behind is a very happy thing. Good riddance to them. Soon you will see what I mean.
I’m 69, and thought of turning 70 scares the crap outta me.
My eldest brother has a minor crisis with each new age milestone starting at 21. His next one will be 80 and he is already warming up for it at 76. I never understood this. I just don’t think about it.
Mountain.
Many of us would kill to be 20. Well, metaphorically speaking, of course. And if we get to know what we know now, too.
I’ll let you into a secret. I’m nearly 70, and there are bits of me that are still in some way 18 (sadly, not the bits that I’d wish). Your youth is not over. You will be moving into new phases of life, that’s all. Why rush to anticipate problems that may or may not happen? Cross those bridges when you come to them: enjoy where you are now.
Take this to heart: Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
Seriously, I’ll hit 65 in a couple of months and I’m more worried about signing up for Medicare benefits than worrying about my age. The teens are formative times, hopefully the adult mold you started on is still solid and the next 50+ years will add more and varied experiences…but never forget how to enjoy life like a kid (you should hear me on rollercoasters).
Oh, and get off my lawn.
If anything, I always looked forward to my 20s, and I somewhat miss them now. Every decade of life has its perks (at least so far, I’m in my early 40s), but it was great being in my 20s with the freedom of adulthood and the confidence and energy of youth. I can’t imagine why anybody would want to stay a teenager. I didn’t dislike my teenage years, but it was so much more fun once I was out of school, living on my own, doing whatever I wanted, and being able to buy a beer while I did it. 
I tried to maintain the emotions and life-style of a teen-ager when I turned 30 … or 40. Certainly I was a happier teenager in my 30’s then I ever was in my teen years. Only when I turned 60 did I finally admit I was middle-aged. ( … But I don’t want to think about the next “milestone,” coming up fast.)
With age comes experience, and with experience comes wisdom. When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much more stupid shit he’d said in seven years.
If you move to Hollywood and take up acting, you can be in “90210” and teen-sex comedies into your late 30s and no one will know the difference.
I’ve been twenty since I was sixteen. (The drinking age was eighteen then.)
So, for the past forty years I have refused to grow up although I have become less devious and far less concerned about how others think of me.
Trust me, at 20 your youth isn’t over.
You have to grow older, but you can stay immature til you die. Works for me, anyway.
20 sucked for me. I remember going to the bars with my college roommates. They’d all be drinking, having a good time talking to girls, while I sat there with a black X on my hand drinking soda.
Oh, I couldn’t turn 21 fast enough!
I was never immature, even as a child. Sadly, I still have a hard time playing and having fun except in a nerdy way.
20 isn’t so bad. When you turn 26 you have to get your own health insurance and then you’re truly fucked.
You’ve got a whole year before the Sandmen hunt you down.