I remember being 18 and trying to "find myself" and thought at the time I had everything figured out. Little did I know that it would take years before I looked back and realized that I like everyone else, made it through those times by trial and error. I enjoyed my newfound freedom that we think comes at the magical age of 18. I worked, studied and even took a summer just traveling the east coast. If you told me I couldn't do something, then the next thing you know I was doing it. My daughter is now at this age and I'll be watching closely at her choices even though at a distance. And it has already started. A week after graduation, she decided to pierce her nose. She told me hours before she was going to do it, which is more than I did at her age with different things. I remember secretly piercing my ears for the first time at 16 when I was suppose to wait till 18. (Yes, times have changed) This little diamond on her nose will not scar if she takes it out some day, but I see how like myself, she needed to express herself. I'm sure by the time she's a doctor, that little piercing will be out of there. One can only hope.