Hibernation

Lyons don't hibernate.  If they did, I would just go to bed now and wake up sometime after the age of eighteen.  I want to be a bear.  A big ol' black bear.  I think I could pass.  I'm an herbivore.  I've put on winter weight.  I sometimes have hairy legs.  I'm grumpy. 
This week, I'm staring at a milestone-my sixteenth birthday.  And I've never been more terrified in my life.  I don't want to be sixteen.  I want to be six.  When I was six, I remember my parents jokingly saying, "Just think...in ten years she'll be driving."  And now it's here.  Where did all the time go?  Where is my Big Comfy Couch exercise clock?  Why did we stop celebrating Winter Solstice like Little Bear?  When did loving Barney go out of style?
Sixteen.  I still can't face it.  Two years away from adulthood.  I'm not ready.  I can take my GED now.  I've got a lovely 2250 tucked away for an SAT score.  Colleges are not only sending catalogs, but calling as well.  So, do I start college in the fall?  Do I wait?  Do I take some time off to find myself?  Do I travel and visit family?  Do I move the hell away and start over?  Move away from all the heartache and hurt I've endured, am still enduring? 
Sixteen....with a 600 year old soul and a desire to be six.  No wonder I'm a mess!
Can't we just go to Story Time at Zany Brainy and then have a picnic? I'm not ready to grow up yet.