How old were you when you got to stay up past midnight for the first time?
Well? How old?
Me, I was 8.
Yep, you read that right. 8.
(Okay, so it was for church. And I had to wear an itchy dress with itchy tights. And there was standing. And kneeling. And a long homily.)
But I got to see what the world looked like at 12:00 a.m., and let me tell you, it was sparkly.