By lydia wilson
Date: 28 June 2000
Boys
all the memories of being young are great. i never had a care in the world, but i was concerned about those baby birds that fell from their nests. my sister and i used to save them and put them in a little nest we found on late summer nights, and she'd chop up worms and we'd feed our worm mush through a syringe and watch our baby get fat and healthy. the mornings we'd wake to empty nests were the best.
everything was different then. the christmas trees, the sand in my sand box, cartoons, and even boys.
i loved boys at that age. they made a great companion to build a snowman with and you never thought twice about it. he didnt care how i looked in my swimsuit that had been passed down from my sister, the one dated ten years ago and a little misshapen, all he wanted to do was swim and have fun. i dont once recollect worrying about my sand covered hair or my messy face. ahh to be young forever.
then came the age of curling irons. i went form rolling out of bed and putting on the first shirt and pair of pants i could find, to making a three-hour ordeal on what colors meshed well and how much hairspray i could put on. what those boys in my swimming pool thought of me was now my number one priority and i hated it.
then came the age of first dates, shaving, and makeup. all great things at first glance. those dates are always the weirdest, whether to hold his hand or hold on to that box of candy for dear life was the weirdest decision to have to make. getting those first cuts on you legs and watching the blood run in the water was so frightening, and not owning anything but neon band-aids was a mess. but makeup... the experiment that comes with that. i always wished there was a warning label that came on that saying "this may make you look ridiculous." but there never was and i always found out by my self.
then there was this age when all of your old friends disappeared and these new thoughts and ideas flooded your head. you meet a bot you think youll be with forever. and then comes your first heartbreak. he suddenly has fallen for your friend, who introduced you to eachother to begin with and then all hell breaks loose. after months of regathering and love found and lost, that special one comes along. and the world couldnt be more beautiful. late night drives just talking and kissing. laying out and watching the stars. eating at fancy restaurants because you finally have a job. late movies since your parents dont have to pick you up anymore. sleeping during the day together and watching tv. these days are great.
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