At the request of my sister, I will touch on and maybe add to what I answered for my first week of journaling.
Week One Question: If you could be any age for one week, what age would you be? (I don't have the journal in front of me, but I think it's possible that, "and why?" was asked at the end of it...)
I said I'd be 16. My entry started out being a bit superficial: I was hot, fit, active, had amazing skin, hair, etc. Then I went slightly deeper and said it was probably around the first time in my life that I remember actually feeling good about myself as a person. And then I mentioned how it was the the last year of girl-hood before I became an actual woman and mother with brand new responsibilities outside of just school and chores. It was also around the time that my stepfather moved out of the house adding to my overall happiness and ability to feel good about myself.
This is where I add to it:
As I think back on my answer, I'm not sure what good it would do for me to be allowed to be a 16-year-old for a week in 2013. I can't think of anything worth doing that would require me to be 16 to do it - oh, wait, yes I can. I was less physically-cowardly at that age, so maybe I'd take the opportunity to ride some roller coasters, jump naked into a body of water, do consecutive cartwheels down a grassy hill - ooh, and roll down a grassy hill like I used to do as a child, roller skate and maybe even take a long walk in the rain.
A lot happened around that time in my life: I met my first-born's father, I got my first job, I fell in actual-love, not puppy-love for the first time, I lived free from the cloud of anger and abuse that was my stepfather, I was doing great in school and had awesome friends, I had my first most-romantic-moment ever with a Filipino boyfriend I had for like a month or so who also treated me better than any other boyfriend I had before and since (until my husband) even though he was still in love with someone else, LOL, and so much more.
To sum it up, it was a good year for me in that I felt free for the first time in my life without having to be knee-deep into a fantastic book or imagined place I'd conjure up in my head at night to forget about my life.
Until next time,
XOXOXO - Jessika
Well there you go... Your life sounded amazing at that point. I remember that boyfriend you mention, wasn't their last name the same as ours at the time? Funny, I don't remember rolling down grassy hills, why did you do all of the fun stuff without me. When I remember that time in our lives, I don't remember doing any of that... I was too busy finding a great escape... Always at a friends house... That time of my life is semi-blurred, but I remember I had a lot of AWESOME friends.... Oh to be young!
ReplyDeleteWe never did anything together because we hated each other! LOL! I had friends, too, and it was with them I'd do crazy stuff. Actually, his last name was Fernandez.
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