Sweet seventeen... or something like that

Why is it that turning a year older makes no difference at all? Except for a select few, each age feels like the next. Of all these unimportant ages I've been, seventeen is the worst. This is because last year I turned sixteen and got all the benefits of that, next year I'll be able to vote, and I'll be an adult, and this year all I get is another year older. The excitement of last year, and the promise of next make turning seventeen even less special. I think that because change is gradual, we don't feel different day to day, including a birthday. If we waited to change untill our birthday, things could get a little crazy.