Today is the My So-Called Teenage Life Blog Hop
June 21, 2012
Step One: Sign up on the linky below
Step Two: Dust off those old
sappy journals or high school notebooks filled with
Step Three: Skim through them until you find something share-worthy
Step Four: On June 21 POST IT on your blog
Optional: We all love seeing old photos, so if you have one lying around of you as a teen, post that, too.
We'll all be hopping around peeking into each others private teenage lives on June 21. Can you imagine a better way to spend the first day of summer?
*Didn't write in a journal or compose poetry as a teenager? Have no fear! Counterfeit entries are welcome! Pretend you're a teenager and write whatever you feel. Just make sure you're using your teenage voice.
And if you're still a teenager, hey, you're going to basically rock this blog hop.
School was a buzz that morning and I felt as if all eyes were on me. What was going on?
“Hey, I think Bill wants to ask you out”, Teri said.
“What?”, I asked dumbfounded. Bill and I had been friends for the past couple years along with a few others in our immediate clique. I had never even considered a romantic relationship with him, partly because of my age and partly because I was just a naïve tomboy.
As our friends started to gather, Bill came up to me more nervous than I had ever seen him. His request was about as romantic as our relationship. “Do you want to go out to a movie Saturday night?”, he swallowed hard as the words came out of his mouth.
“Uh, sure”, I answered not really knowing what I was saying.
For the rest of the day I tried to wrap my head around this thought. I had no idea he considered me anything other than his tomboy friend. This needed some consideration. I don’t even know how to act!
As I approached my parents, they quickly shut down the potential. “You know you can’t date until you’re 16”, they both said sternly, without any thought. I was only 6 months away! They never did like Bill. They didn’t understand him. They didn’t really know him.
“But why?”, I cried.
”Because we said so. You’re not old enough”, they said as if there was some magic button that parents push to give you these lines? It just came no naturally.
When Saturday night came around, instead of going on my date, my parents decided a nice family trip to the mall would make up for it. UGH! Another one of their rules during my childhood was that I couldn’t get my ears pierced until I was 16 either. After showing them the racks and racks of pierced earrings compared to the little, teeny section of clip-ons they finally let me get my ears pierced that night.
By the time I turned 16, Bill and I were still close friends. We went out a few times but it never amounted to anything. My ears, however, are still pierced.