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Today I stumbled upon a blog by a 14-year-old. I was looking through a few of the entries and I found one in which she mentioned that her birthday is coming up soon. She can't believe that she's going to be 15 and the thought of it scares her.
I thought, Pfft. 15 is easy, what could you possibly have to be scared of? Wait until you hit 16, kid.
Then I realized how ridiculous I was being. But I realized that most of my online friends must think along those same lines when they talk to me or read my LJ or whatever.
So... yeah. Thanks for putting up with me and my youth. You guys are awesome. =)

That also got me thinking, though. It doesn't feel like I'm just 16. Not that I feel like I'm 50 or whatever, but 16 seems like a very small number. I'm a freaking baby!
Still, I have 13- and 14-year-old friends whom I love (not many, but they exist). They're mature and entertaining and when I'm talking to them, I totally forget about the age difference.
I guess what I mean is that the number isn't what's important; the important thing is what happens in those years. You know? It's all about experiences that life decides to cram into a short amount of time and the extent to which you're forced to grow because of them.


Feb. 12th, 2011 07:22 am (UTC)
hot air balloons Asheville
Great piece of writing along with truly useful guidelines. Appreciation for getting it together.