Summertime

The livin’ was easy so I guess I wrote more.

June 20

8th grade: Last day of school. I’m gonna miss [middle school]

I guess we got out before I could learn “going to”. That really warms my heart that I felt this way. Someone told me that we sometimes dwell on the anticipation of things rather than the reality of it. I think I recall the bad days and forget that good was there.

June 21

8th: I got my braces off. My teeth look good.

Oh what a beautiful feeling. My teeth were silky. I only had braces for about 9 months but I despised them, my gums and cheeks were always getting cut. I was a smiling goddess after

June 23

8th: [sister] left for Colombia, I’m gonna miss her

Yeah, she went to South America for her foreign exchange program. She loved it. Such a sweet sentiment and it brings tears to my eyes now.

June 24

8th: I moved into [sister’s] room.

Ah, that’s a true little sister moment. She’s gone and I will take her stuff. I think she had an a/c unit in her room so that made sense. It just looked funny next to the previous day’s entry.

June 26

7th grade: I got my first period at 6:00 pm.

Ah, womanhood! A big milestone in a girl’s life. I hated it. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to ride my bike anymore (those pads were clunky). I thought that I would just always have it; I knew that it came each month but I figured my life was changing. It can be tough because you are no longer a kid in a sense. No fanfare, my mom just went to the store to get supplies since my she and my sister wore tampons. I’m glad that I wrote about it though. As I write this today it is my anniversary.

June 29

8th grade: I went down the cape, I saw St Elmo’s Fire it was great.

A bit young for that movie but we would buy tickets for another movie then go into the R-rated movie and ask a young couple if they would say we are with them if asked. Rarely ever questioned, it was a different time.

Oh how I wanted to be in that group, just not Demi Moore’s character. I was naive enough to think that is what life is like after college. Rob Lowe was the perfect bad boy. Such a great movie and reminds me that I need to see the documentary about the brat pack.

June 30

8th grade: I really like [family friend] he reminds me of [old neighbor]

Okay, this one was weird and embarrassing. Yet sweet. The friend was about 10 or so years older. I think that there is something about young teen girls liking men in their 20s (see prior day). I mean we drooled over Duran Duran and George Michael. I think that there is a maturity that they had and they appeared to have their stuff together. Once I got into my 20s I knew the difference.

Halfway done with the year. I continue to say how wonderful and cathartic this is to go through and comment on my little life. Even the cringe-worthy crushes.