When I was a junior in high school, up until my sophomore year or so of college, I wanted to grow up to be a one-woman Woodward and Bernstein.
Getting the big scoops; talking to secret sources in code; writing the front-age, history-changing story; winning a Pulitzer or two.
Woodward and Bernstein began covering Watergate at ages 29 and 28, respectively.
I never realized they were so young at the time. Not even when I read “All the President’s Men” in high school or watched the movie a few years later.
Maybe I just didn’t notice the age because, as a 17-year-old, 29 just seemed so old and far away. And now, at 31, it just seems so young.
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