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random things about my teen years

When I was 13, I started getting breasts and was very embarrassed because they were so 'poky' -- I thought it looked like I was wearing funnels in my bra. I stayed embarrassed until three years later when I read an art book and discovered that conical breasts were fashionable.

When I was 14, I was so starved for approval that when my crush told me "If you got contacts and braces, you could be really pretty" I was so flattered that I wrote it in my journal as one of my favorite things anyone ever said to me.

When I was 15, I became best friends with Rebecca and made a pact with zir -- if I ever hurt/upset zir in any way, ze had to tell me immediately, and vice versa, so that resentment would never come between us. The wisdom of this still blows my mind.

When I was about 16, I was talking to [my partner]'s mom, expressing how hurt and upset I was that my then-friend wouldn't open up to me. Ze said, "You're never going to get what you want," which made me furious. I still feel triumphant when I think about how I totally proved zir wrong. *evil giggle/blush*

When I was 17, I told one of my friends that I was thinking of asking out a guy in our art class. (this would have been a HUGE step for me as I was very nervous and insecure) My friend told me that the guy was out of my league. I was shocked that my friend thought so little of me, and furious at the very idea of 'leagues,' and that WOULD have been the impetus I needed to actually do it -- but then I found out that ze had started dating this girl who was the epitome of everything I disliked (cookie-cutter appearance and arrogant, superior attitude).

When I was 18, I started 'going out' for the first time (with my now-partner). 19 days later, we made vows to each other after I realized that a prophesy about my future mate described zir perfectly.

When I was 19, I had my first kiss, after four months of a long-distance relationship.

Tell me something random about each of your teen years!

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ayu: happy dancing
nebulosity ══╣ayu: happy dancing╠══
I enjoyed reading! I think I'd like to do this. It might be a day or two though. ;D I might even throw in some pictures.
wolfmare ══╣╠══
Hmm... Thing is, my teen years weren't very cheerful, and still aren't to look back on.

I was diagnosed at 14 as bipolar, I didn't realize back then that I have such strong empathy for the people around me that their moods triggered mine. It reached a point not long after, that I became self destructive. My family was falling apart and I was torn between my parents, and I just wanted it all to stop.

At 14, I was also ganged up on by girls in the school locker room, and walked away without a scratch. 8 of them, one of me, and I won. I don't glory in that fight for the sake of fighting, but for the fact that I can and will defend myself, because often times nobody else will. I won with the odds stacked against me, and still did not seriously harm anyone in my attempt to get free and away. Why though? Because I wasn't like them, so I was an easy target.

At 16 I got pregnant, at 17 I had my son. At 17, I also moved out on my own. Took a great many lessons the hard way, I'm stubborn and sometimes it takes a few rough lumps to get the point across. But I wouldn't be who and how I am today, were it not for the bad as well as the good.
ladywind ══╣Raven╠══
~warmth for you~
Good on you, strength to you, and a bow of respect from a stranger.
jendaby ══╣╠══
I will reply to you privately with mine. Thank you for sharing this! *hugs*
frecklestars ══╣open╠══
Your memory from age 14 makes me sad, especially because I remember similar moments.

This was such a cool idea, I posted it in my own journal. I ended up being a little more ramble-y though.
whoever saves one life saves the world
smurfb1ue ══╣whoever saves one life saves the world╠══
This was quite interesting, and I'm pretty impressed that you can remember the exact year of events. I'll try though...
At thirteen, I shaved my head, which was a surprise for my mom. My Gram was convinced I was a lesbian because clearly shaved head = lesbian. She was cool with it though, which reflected well on her even if she came to the wrong conclusion.
At fourteen, I went on an RV road trip to Colorado with my best friend Jess and her family. We were so obnoxious to her little sister Meagan that her parents paid Meagan to ignore us. It probably would have worked better if we'd been the ones who got paid. That was the summer Jess moved about 2 hours away, and we thought our world was ending. It didn't.
At fifteen, I met my biological dad. It wasn't as life changing as I thought it would be.
At sixteen, I became a vegetarian, thus beginning my interest in environmental awareness.
At seventeen, I had my first hospital stay and went into treatment for my eating disorder.
I started my eighteenth year by getting a tattoo with my mom. I went into treatment again and met women who helped me know myself better.
When I was nineteen, I took an advanced writing class that helped me better define my ethics when it came to war, politics, and the use of violence and resistance.
queerbychoice ══╣╠══
At 13 I was convinced I was going to marry a boy named Justin. He put notes in my locker telling me he hated me, and I saved the notes and treasured them because I interpreted them as proof that he actually loved me. He told everyone which high school he was going to go to, and it wasn't the one I was going to go to, but I didn't believe he would really go to a different school than me.

At 14 I started high school, and Justin wasn't there. For half the school year I was convinced he was just trying to fool me by spending the first few days or weeks or months at the other high school, but surely planning to transfer to my high school later in the year.

At 15 I was told that a boy named Jason liked me, which was the first time any boy had liked me. But Jason was black, and I was racist, so I spent a few months trying to decide whether I could really like someone who was black. Eventually I decided I could, but by then Jason didn't like me anymore.

Later while 15, I wondered why Christine, my best friend since 7th grade, had never been willing to tell me which boy she liked. I began to suspect she might like girls - specifically, me - and I didn't want to make the same mistake I'd made with Jason by taking so long to decide whether I could like someone from a different demographic group than I had expected to like that by the time I decided, that person wouldn't like me anymore. So I told Christine I liked her. It turned out that she was straight, and she just hadn't been willing to tell me which boys she liked because for the entire 4 years of our friendship, every boy she'd liked had been a boy that I liked first.

At 16 I wrote bad poetry about being queer and sneaked furtive looks at a GLAAD show on a public access TV channel because that was the closest I could get to meeting anyone else who I knew was queer.

At 17 I met other queer people for the first time, and asked them all whether they were queer by choice. I was disappointed when the first one said he wasn't. The next two said they were, but I was disappointred because they both had severe mental illnesses and that made me feel uncomfortably as if there was some connection between queerness and mental illness, because the only two mentally ill people I'd ever met were two of the only three queer people I'd ever met.

At 18 I bought a rainbow triangle pin and putit on my backpack every day on the bus on the way to college, and took it off every day on the bus on the way back home to my parents' house. A guy named Flame from one of my classes commented on the pin in a way that indicated he was queer too, so I developed a massive crush on him that was only slightly deterred when he told me he was 35. He gave me my first kiss and also raped me. When we'd been going out for five months, he showed me his driver's license, which revealed that he was actually 32, not 35. He seemed to expect me to be happy about this. I discovered that he was mentally ill, too. He came to have dinner with my parents and made sexual jokes about me to them. They ordered me to break up with him, and I decided they were right.

At 19 I was focused on recovering from Flame. I had some crushes on women, but nothing that went anywhere. I spent most of my time in the college library, reading every queer-related book in the building. I still harbored hopes of persuading Christine to marry me, but she was at an expensive college on the other side of the country, and she was dating a creepy boy whose behavior toward her infuriated me.
kiwi ══╣╠══
I'm amazed people can remember these things. I don't really remember much of my teenage years...I think I'm trying to block them out. I know that I developed breasts around 11-12 and was ashamed as all get out about them.

But I'll try to remember...

13 - I stopped eating and lost a LOT of weight. I'd overheard someone make a comment about my size (I was still slender then) and decided to lose weight. You could count my ribs. My younger brother, to this day, won't look at my pics from that year because it upsets him to see his older sister like that.

14 - I got over the desire to lose weight and tried playing volleyball instead. That was a lot of fun.

15 - The biggest tragedy of my life - my group of six close girlfriends became a group of five when one of the six had to go to a different high school. This tore us all to pieces and we bawled and hugged on the last day of school...then proceeded to spend pretty much every day that summer together. I miss those girls. I miss them so much.

16 - I learned how to drive, I became tennis partners with my now current best friend forever, and I got my first kiss on a date with a guy who's now quasi-famous. We never "dated" but we went out on a date.

I also will forever remember this year as the year of Kimberly, the young babysitting charge I had who died of cancer. She molded who I became and who I am today and I wish it hadn't been at such an expense.

17 - Graduated high school and received my WoHeLo medallion through Camp Fire. This was my year of overachievement. It was the first time I remember my dad ever hugging me - at my high school graduation he came and found me as I was looking for my family (he met me half way), hugged me, and said in my ear "I'm proud of you, I hope you know that." My dad is Asian to the core - he's not open with his emotions at all. He's not a hugger, and that's where I got that from. (That's why it's so ironic that I've gone into a touchy-feely field.) This hug meant the world to me. His words meant even more. Even now, it makes me teary.

18 - I was learning that I will never be pre-med. This was a hard blow for me. I had my first boyfriend, whom I thought was the world when I was with him. Hindsight is 20/20 and now, looking back, I see how wrong we were for each other. Oh well.

19 - A lot of loss this year - four friends died back to back to back to back. Through that loss, I discovered what friendship truly was, because the friends around me, the set of college friends, rallied around me in a way I think few of us ever see. They took turns sleeping on my floor in my dorm room (single rooms), they made meals for me, they held me while I cried, and they convinced me that I needed to get out of bed every morning. They made me laugh again and they put me back together. Later, a couple of years down the road, I told them that they were the reason I was still alive. They told me that I had been the reason prior to that that THEY had all stuck through their own tough situations and they felt like having the opportunity to give back to me what I gave them was the best thing they could ask for. I'm still in touch with a few of them. I still consider myself so blessed to have so many good hearts around me.

On a side note, my boyfriend from the previous year cheated on me with my best friend's roommate. That was also memorable.
cunningbunny ══╣me╠══
I absolutely loved this; I think I might eventually get around to copying it into my own journal. For now:

When I was 13, I got my first period and my dad decided that since I was a "woman" I wasn't allowed to do things with him like play catch, go fishing, or go camping. Those were the only activities we ever did together, the only way we ever bonded, and other than that we were constantly butting heads. That decision effectively ended our relationship.

When I was 14 my parents starting building a new house in Pennsylvania. I was so excited, because I hated my life and thought a new town would mean a fresh start. I begged my mother to let me go to public school once we moved, but she refused for two more years.

When I was 15, my sister started talking to me like she spoke with her friends, instead of constantly regarding me as an annoying tagalong. I started to trust and confide in her, and told her all the things that were leading me down a very dark, depressed road. She swore to me that we were best friends, and that she'd never leave me to suffer alone. She ran away in the middle of the night that summer, without any warning, and didn't even leave me a note.

When I was 16, I met an online friend for the first time. She and I had known each other for a few years, and talked every day. My mother drove me to MA to meet her, and I was her date to an end-of-season party for the theatre she worked for. We were each other's first female slow-dance partner. Later that year she came to PA and was my junior prom date. We caused a major scandal in my small-town school, and the next year they issued the rule that a prom date had to be of the opposite sex. The year after I graduated, I returned to escort my friend Michelle to her prom, and quite enjoyed thumbing my nose at my crochety old teachers. ;-) No one had the guts to tell me to leave.

When I was 17, I met my husband. My friend Sara worked at the local Denny's, and we went in together for dinner one night because she wanted to introduce me to her coworker to try and set us up. When I met him, I was appalled; he was a total sleazeball, the exact opposite of anyone I'd ever date. Then Vince stopped by the table (at the surface, to say hi to Sara, but I later found out he just wanted to meet me), and I just knew. I asked Sara why on earth she didn't want to introduce me to him, and it turns out they hated each other. :-P She tried her hardest to talk me out of it, but I just knew who Fate wanted me to meet that night.

When I was 18, my parents got a divorce, I hadn't graduated from high school yet, but my dad kicked me out of his house with no warning. He said I was too close to my mother, so I wasn't welcome in his home. Vince and my mom packed up my room while I sat in the corner and cried.

When I was 19, I got married. The first year was really tough, and circumstances kept kicking our asses. I got my most hated job ever as a dining services supervisor for a retirement home. I actually enjoyed interacting with the residents, but my bosses were absolutely evil. There was one resident I will never forget, Mrs. Ruttenburg. She was in her 90's, and had moderate dimensia. On her good days, she loved to tell stories about her past, which bothered my waitstaff, but I loved to listen to her. My favorite is when she told me about her husband, Norman; they didn't meet until they were in their 80's, and they only had a few years together before he died, but she said he was her true love, and those years were the happiest of her life. Her eyes shone so brightly when she talked about always gave me hope for true love.
photo: keep yourself together
languisity ══╣photo: keep yourself together╠══
*small smile*

It's odd to talk about my teen years since technically I still was one last year, but here goes:

13: I had breasts, and hated them. They didn't look like the pictures I'd seen. I was also receiving unwanted attention from much older men. I remember being unhappy that being 13 didn't feel any different from being 12. I also went to my first concert (the Backstreet Boys).

14: when I was 14 I was pretty sure I was into girls. Most of my crushes we're girls. One of my most notable crushes was my english teacher This was also the year I was dianosed with depression and then cyclothymia. I was doing very poorly in school, too, and almost didn't pas middle school.

15: started highschool and got my first lj. Was also put on anti-depressants that made me suicidal.

16: I didn't have a sweet 16 party and that made me really sad. LiKe I wasn't special or worth making a fuss over.

17: I heard second hand that a boy that was actively trying to chat me up had said that he told them he liked me because I was "fucked up" and I refused to talk to him after that. He called for days and I never picked up. I was also on and off meds for depression and anxiety. I was angry because it felt true.

18: another significant birthday where I felt like nothing had changed. I didn't feel older or wiser or better, just pressured, like I was running out of time to do something with myself. A close family friend died the week before I started school. I went for a week and then never went back. I also shaved my head for the first time. I had a friend that used to call me on my birthday, ever since I moved from Md when I was 11, and this was the last year we talked.

19: I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Had a short hospital stay and learned that I'm allergic to most drugs used to treat bipolar disorder. It makes me laugh a little sometimes.
febrile_lune ══╣╠══
This is such a good idea!

If it is okay, I would like to do it in my journal. Is it? :)
Huge ego
jenniology ══╣Huge ego╠══
When I was 13, I was so scared of starting over at a new school. While I'd disliked my previous classmates (most of them were bullies or only kept to their elite cliques), I was terrified of change. It turned out mostly okay, though.

When I was 14, I listened to a lot of "dark" music and had a very bleak outlook on life.

When I was 15, I started thinking of H as more than a friend, and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I'd never felt so loved. And I believed with all my heart that he was my soulmate, and we fondly called each other imzadi.

When I was 16, I remember that my birthday was spectacular - my friends Linnéa and Tina made a really big deal out of it, and I spent a full day of school tied to at least 10 festive balloons. And I didn't mind. :)

When I was 17, I somehow had a good year. I don't remember anything from it, but I'll always remember it as good. (And in my own mind, I'll always think of myself as 17.)

When I was 18, I loved my academic life. I had great teachers, and great classmates and friends. <3 Life was FUN!

When I was 19, I had a very intense year. I finished highschool, I got my first taste of what it was like to preserve the past as a conservator, I took my IELTS test and applied for university, I had my first job, and I longed with all my heart for my new life in England to begin.
camilleyun ══╣╠══
I don't remember much...could be the head injury or just general repression.

13: Was in 7th grade. 1982. Went to a new school [because my old school only went up to 6th grade] where I was picked on even more than my old school. I had just cut my hair for 6th grade graduation and that's how the weird frizzy texture came about when it no longer had the weight working with gravity. I had braces and wore glasses. Boys did not like me. I had maybe one friend and always wished I could wake up looking like someone else and be them instead of me. Not much has changed except that guys like me more now. I made it a point to get approval and wanton desire from guys after struggling so long to be liked by them. I wasn't the type of girl guys liked. I scared them with my assertiveness and directness. They always told me I was different and I hated that.

14: 8th grade. 1983. I was roller skating 4 - 5 times a week. I was in a skating performance and thought I was all that. I had grand dreams of becoming a famous roller skater then people would know who I was and would respect me. My hair still looked bad but I finally got contact lenses and I think my braces were off by now. This girl in my skating troupe, Christa Thomasulo, got the role in a Muppet movie playing Miss Piggy roller skating in New York. I was devastated that I couldn't even try out because I was too old for the selection criteria. I was desperate and wanted my mother to lie about my age. I was the tallest in the group because I was 14 and everyone else was between the ages of 8 and 11. This is the only time I have ever been the tallest person in any group. Maybe this is what started me hanging out with people younger than me. My parents were fighting way more much at this time [even though when I went roller skating I went with my mother] over my being out of the house because my father was an overprotective control freak.

15: 9th grade. 1984. I don't remember anything specific about this year. I'm pretty sure I continued to feel unhappy and alienated; always wishing to be someone else.

16: 10th grade. 1985. I was friends with a girl named Linda Rose. I went over to her house and she introduced me to a neighbor named Forrest James Sheffield but everyone called him F.J. She liked him. We were all walking in a row up the winding stairwell back to her apartment. She was first and way ahead. Then F.J. Then me. He grabbed me and pushed me up against the cold brick wall. The rail was digging into my back. He kissed me. It was my first time. I was shocked and ran up the steps but didn't tell Linda because she liked him. Secretly I was thrilled that he picked me over her but it was all so unexpected. I started to feel ill and asked my mother to come pick me up. I ended up with a fever and a cold or flu that night. I never went over there or saw him again.

camilleyun ══╣╠══
17: 1986. I started hanging out with the 'metal heads'. They weren't afraid to do their own thing even though people judged them. This is when I first started seeing how judgmental people were. [I'd end up hanging out with unfavorable types in California during my early 20s: drug dealers, prostitutes, etc.] I found myself a group of outcasts called The Brew Crew. We hung out in a van drinking beer. Frank was Missy's brother and he drove the van because he was older. They didn't have parents. Their house was a slum and a mess but we could do whatever we wanted there. It scared me but excited me at the same time. There was graffiti spray painted all over the walls and a grim reaper too. I always dumped out my beer and pretended to drink it and be drunk to fit in.

I knew some rap guys too. This one guy named Jeff Bernstein was tall, thin, had the prettiest blue eyes and wore a fur coat in winter. He looked like a pimp. I'm pretty sure he was a drug dealer but I was very naive in those days. Mixed tape exchange was very popular and if someone made one for you, you really were all that.

Back in those days the question was, What type of music do you like, rock or disco? Disco was the choice of the in-crowd who would get into their Trans Am, Cadillac, or Impala and cruise around the shopping plaza parking lot for all the girls to squeal in excitement.

I liked a boy named Rob Marino who drove his mama's beige Reliant with plastic seat covers and a car horn that played La Cucaracha. He was Venezuelan and Puerto Rican. My father hated him and called him a nigger. He tried to run him over once when Rob was on a bicycle and my father was in a car, a Riviera. He was the first boy to tell me he loved me. I asked him if he loved me and he said he would write his answer down [on a cassette tape insert] and that I wasn't to read it until I got into the house. I open the folded paper and saw that it said "Yes. Do you love me?" I was so excited. For the first time in my life I felt happy and popular and accepted. I wonder how things would have turned out if I had been allowed to continue dating him.

My father wanted me to go out with Tony Willsea instead because he was white and an ass kisser/manipulator. He was the first guy to ever touch me 'down there' and do oral sex. He told me to relax and pretend I was a Burger King french fry all soggy and limp [back when BK fries were good like that]. He gave me an engagement ring in a bright orange-red box for Christmas and I accepted it because my father had said I would be under his rule until I got married and became my husband's problem. I felt embarrassed to be seen with Tony in public so I'd twist my ring around to hide it. The girls at school made fun of me. I eventually ended the relationship when it became too much for me to bear.

I was also hit by a car. The year was 1986 but I was still 16 at the time since my birthday is in October [when I became 17] and I was hit in August when I was still 16. I was crossing a street meeting up with my friend Caroline on a Sunday to take the bus to the flea market. She was on the other side of the street and the last thing I remember is waving at her then running across to meet her. I can't recall if I looked in every direction or not but according to the police report a Cadillac slammed into me and flung me 8 feet into the air and 20 feet out. I lost consciousness and memory. I can't tell you how many times I wished I would have died that day and not experienced the subsequent pain of living and being me. I cried and asked my mother why I couldn't just be normal and she shrugged it off saying I was just being dramatic because I saw it on a made for TV movie while I was bored in the hospital.

camilleyun ══╣╠══
In November, I was 17 then because my birthday is in October, I had sex for the first time because my boyfriend, a French and Portuguese guy named Antonio [Tony] Martins said that if I didn't he would go find someone else to be with. I believed we were going to be together forever and this is when I started overcompensating for the men I was with. He stood me up all the time. I cried so much over him.

I graduated high school in 1987 but I was still 17 at the time because that was in May. I went to prom with a guy from the gas station near my house named Steve Pinto and was so upset that he cut his long hair the day before prom. I had a lot of anxiety even back then but got people to share a limo with me because I was a good organizer even then and was a girl who knew how to get things done so when they saw that I had my whole evening coordinated they latched on and I let them because they all helped pay so that was that. Prom was nice but after it was over Steve didn't have anything to do with me at a party that I had at my house. My mother bought us booze which she shouldn't have done because we were all under age and my father was out of town I guess otherwise we wouldn't have been allowed to have a party there. He never went anywhere alone outside of work so I don't really remember where he might have been but I'm certain he wasn't there.

I went to another prom with some guy named Mitch who was a friend of a friend who I knew because our parents were friends. Mitch was upset that I wouldn't have sex with him when he stuck his hand down my underwear.
camilleyun ══╣╠══
18: 1987. I ended up finishing the second half of 11th grade and all of 12th grade in an all girl Catholic school. I graduated in May 1987. My father hated me being around boys and that made me do it even more. My parents switched me to a lot of schools not because I was kicked out or got in trouble, they just always had some issue with the educational system since nothing was ever good enough. It was always weird to be the new girl at school without having ever moved from my house.

I went to visit my aunt in Miami at some point and met a guy named Herbert Colindres. I liked him and when he expressed an interest in me I was all for it. He was a towel boy at a hotel called the Fontainebleau Hilton. We ended up going to a hotel and having sex because it never occurred to me to say no. I freaked out and told my aunt. She didn't do or say anything. I was worried I was going to hell. I told my mother. Same reaction. I'm pretty sure they made me feel shame though. I remember I ate baked potatoes in the microwave a lot during my visit. I don't really think much of them now.

I began college in September 1987. I stayed in a dorm there. My father spied on me sometimes because he didn't trust me. Even though school was on 20 minutes or so away from home, I begged my mother to let me live at school since I wanted to get away from my father. I didn't drive so they used my settlement money from the car accident to pay for my dorm as well as tuition.

19: 1988. Technically I was still 18 in January of 1988 when I met Richard Elam who was Native American and British. He had curly long hair, dark skin, and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. His lips were like Angelina Jolie's. He was beautiful. He really wanted to be with a virgin so I lied about being one since I never even bled the first time I had sex. I felt guilty about it so I told him the truth and we had lots of fights. He punched me in the jaw once. I loved him desperately anyway and always wondered how I got myself into these messes and why I never knew how the hell to behave normally. We used to eat Tootsie Pops after sex. I got pregnant, freaked out, and told my mother. Big mistake. I begged her not to tell my father. She did anyway. They told me I was having an abortion and that was final. It never occurred to me that I could say no. i didn't have my own bank account, had only just learned to drive, never had a job. I was so naive and didn't know what to do about anything except run to my parents who were never really helpful anyway. Richard and I broke up. I'd see him years later, 1992ish wherein I still had feelings for him and he thought I was trying to have sex with him because I was currently pregnant [I wasn't] and wanted to pin it on him. I offered to take a pregnancy test in front of him but he was really paranoid and wouldn't have it. I was crushed. This is the same feeling I had when I reconnected with Charro in December 2007 after not having seen him since 1994 and things ended badly.

I felt very broken and didn't really have any direction. I didn't get good grades in school and never really knew what I wanted to do. Not much has changed really. I can see where my patterns developed with always needing to have a guy around. I can't help but wonder how different my life might have been had I stood up for myself and known what I liked or disliked.
austentatious ══╣╠══
Aw, I liked this post! I'm sorry for all the things that made you sad, and happy for all the ones that made you glad. :)

When I was 13-18 I was awkward. (I saw "was" as though this is past tense. Haha.)

I might do a post like this myself. :) Thanks for sharing!
camilleyun ══╣╠══
I also forgot to mention that also in 11th grade I was hot on the back of the head with a brick by a girl named Joy Arzaga when she jumped me because she hated me. I lost consciousness and memory. I was waiting for my mother to pick me up after taking the SAT that day.

That same year I had a stool pulled out from under me at a teen club called Streets because some girl thought I was someone else. I banged my head on the hard wood floor.

I've been hit on the head a lot.

My father dropped a can of paint on my head at Pergament home goods store and it dented my forehead.

In 6th grade I was being chased with water from the baby pool by my friend Barbara Circle and I slipped and fell hitting my head on the concrete.

My long term memory is pretty good from what I do remember but my short term memory sucks. I have an attention span problem so that could be part of it.
drew; red roses.
delicatexflower ══╣drew; red roses. "looking over"╠══

aww, this is a very thoughtful post. i will make my own post in my own LJ about what happened to me as a teen, if that's okay... you have come a long way dearie. i am so in awe of you!
celestialsight ══╣╠══
I enjoyed this. Will do this in my journal but it might not be today. =)
oceanid ══╣╠══
I love this idea :) I've posted my results on my own journal <3
bellerisa ══╣╠══
Thank goodness your confidence has grown since you were 14!

Thanks for sharing this. My teen years are a blur now so I'd have to look over my diaries before I could do this.
tindomerel ══╣╠══
Thank goodness the teenage years are far behind! ;)

When I was 13 I had a kind of "bad ass" period and was in love with female artists making heavy music.

When I was 14 I fell in love first time with a person whose gender I did not know (at first). It was not the first time I fell in love but it was the first time I realized that it really did not matter that much whether the person was a boy or a girl (or both/neither).

When I was 15 I started to grow apart from my old friends who were such bullies and suffocated all signs of being "different". I decided to find better friends and I did.

When I was 16 I became a punk girl and were very active in nature protection and activist circles.

When I was 17 I became very depressed and found the darker side of myself and started to express it by dressing in black and listening to The Cure. ;)

When I was 18 I finished high school and worked in the kindergarden.

When I was 19 I moved to Helsinki to study hat making.
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I liked this a lot too, and I believe I will repeat in my own journal. I need something to write on Easter anyway :o)
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When I was 11, a guy passed me a note in class asking to go out with me, but I told him I didn't think I was old enough for a boyfriend. I finally had my first kiss at age 15 after 6 months of a long distance relationship.
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