posted March 15, 2013 04:49 AM            

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Originally posted by somethingexcellent:
peregrine, I feel like I'm startin to post lots a threads and stfuf. Like youw ere last month, but I was bieng quiet with the thread posting.

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posted March 15, 2013 05:10 AM            

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Love&Light: Btw before i start why have you put the scary smilie? You don't enjoy reminiscing those days?

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posted March 15, 2013 05:32 AM            

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Originally posted by somethingexcellent:
^But contribute too! (If you want to!)

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posted March 15, 2013 05:58 AM            

15-18,19: I love this period. My father recovered from his illness and for the 1st time in my life, I wanted to celebrate. Moved overseas, new opportunities blinded my eyes. I had plenty of problems then, but I was drunk on being young and was too obnoxious to pay much attention hehe.

posted March 15, 2013 08:43 AM            

For the most part, I was a happy teenager. I had almost complete independence, because I lived alone with my much older father who was busy with his own things.

I had a group of very tight-knit friends, including my boyfriend. We went to the shore a lot in the summer, staying with one friend's parents who rented a house. We'd stay up all night talking on the balcony, then head down to the beach to watch the sunrise over the ocean. We'd all be huddled up in blankets, or sometimes making sand castles there at dawn.

We would sleep out on the balcony, too. Sometimes other friends would come join us, and it got crowded. One night there was the most amazing meteor shower (Perseid?). I just remember eating junk food, making wish after wish on the falling stars, and laughing my head off with my best friends.

Soooo fun!

posted March 15, 2013 01:06 PM            

@Faith - Its nice to see you too. WoW! Your moments are beautiful. You lucky girl. I am glad for you.

posted March 15, 2013 01:24 PM            

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Originally posted by somethingexcellent:
Just share it!! I like hearing people reminsicng. Like c;mon, everyone has times in they life they think fondly of, no? Even I do and I'm just a baby compared to some of you! Lol.

Do you miss it? Or is it just fond memories? (I had a bit to drink apologies for typoes, I tried to type as cleanly as possible!!)

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posted March 16, 2013 09:09 AM            

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Originally posted by PixieJane:
I think fondly of many times of my life (and not so fondly of others). And some days were certainly exciting in both good & bad ways. But all in all I'm glad to be where I'm at now, while life is a lot less exciting these days it's also a lot better.

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posted March 16, 2013 09:10 AM            

Faith: I used to be such a firecracker, now I’m sluggish and <whisper> Capricorn j/k hehehe

Your moments are so sweet. <3

Love&Light: I like your post too. It makes me think of the nicer memories of my childhood.

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Here’s another one. This one is a bit sad, not glorious at all. But I’m thinking I might try to change this thread into a confession booth.

posted March 16, 2013 05:17 PM            

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Originally posted by 12muddy:
was a time when an ex and I were making out, and a police officer looked at us with disgusted eyes. My ex was like “hey officer, why do you look so mad”, I was like “he paid me to s*ck him off in public, so can you just cover your eyes n let me do my job”. Then we ran like mad, laughing nonstop all the way

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That reminds me of something that happened when I was a runaway (life sure was exciting then, I'll give it that...especially when you're underage you can't get any kind of assistance and most private charities won't help you either, at least not without reporting you, out of fear of being charged with contributing to your delinquency).

posted March 16, 2013 05:35 PM            

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Everyone please share, I like reading other people’s stories too

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I enjoyed life with Granny (and a cousin who also lived with her off and on) when I was 13-4 during my 'rents divorce.

Being the Bible Belt Granny took me to the largest Baptist churches soon after moving in that summer hoping I'd make friends (church life is VERY important there socially) but I didn't mix well with the preacher. He was a "brimstone & hellfire" preacher and liked to stare at new members. But it was my first time and had no warning, I was even in a pretty dress, and I couldn't figure out why he stared at me so mean while he ranted from the pulpit about sin & kids. So, being 13, I decided I'd just grab some gummi worms from Granny's purse, chew them up, and stick my tongue out with the chewed up worms on them and he'd be so disgusted that he'd stare at someone else instead.

It didn't work out as I planned. He about had a stroke and people in the pews in front of us were turning to see what upset him so and then POW, I felt Granny's hand slap my leg hard and I put my tongue back in my mouth and swallowed the gummi worms. After service he quickly intercepted my Granny (who just tried to get us out there as fast as possible) and asked about me. Upon learning I'd moved in with her while my 'rents were divorcing in Houston he started giving me a speech about how big city kids weren't welcome there and I wouldn't be allowed to corrupt the town until I finally asked, "Do you know how boring you are?" As he started to have another stroke Granny pulled me away and that time we got away. She scolded me hard on the way home though at one point she did say, "You're 13, he's an adult, what's HIS excuse. Man of God my ass." The last made me smile and I quickly turned away before Granny could see it as she was still pretty mad at me, too.

Insane rumors flew around town about me but this actually made me seem cool to some. It's complicated, but I'll say that the town did more to corrupt me than the other way around: I smoked pot for the first time, went to my first keg party (and it was a dry county--that means no alcohol sales are allowed--and the party got raided by deputies but as it was outside on a farm many of us, me and my cousin included, got away into the woods and escaped), saw porn for the first time, shot a gun for the first time (without adult supervision--I had a finger too close to the ejection port and cut my finger pretty bad which scared the boy who'd snuck his dad's .22 pistol out so he could teach me to shoot but it was no big deal), and even did shrooms once that was a mystical experience for me and apparently allowed me to read minds (including of a sober guy who spread I had demons in me that allowed me to read minds) and had a small flashback in class which was an uncontrollable giggle fit to the confusion of my teacher.

Of course I did much more normal things, too, like horseback riding, gathering berries in the woods that Granny would put into pies (as Granny was always trying to get me to gain weight as I was under doctor's orders who said I had delayed puberty because I didn't have enough body fat), skinny dipping in a pond on our land, and playing with some of the animals. My cousin Zack also stayed with Granny and he and I got real close though he was very mischievous. He once put a stick of homemade dynamite in my hand with a burning fuse and I screamed & threw it just in time, and then beat him senseless as was only possible because of my adrenaline and that he was laughing too hard to defend himself. I was also real small because I didn't have enough body fat to enter puberty, though I'd stopped growing taller. Though I endured **** rumors I also had to endure girls tormenting me over my lack of development in the locker room as well.

Granny took me to the Tyler Rose Festival in 1996 a couple days before my 14th birthday. As we were going to "the big city" she took her .38 snub nose (which I'm not certain was technically legal, though cops tend to look the other way and "give a friendly warning" if they like you even when you're like carrying a sawed off shotgun with you). We stopped to do some shopping and left the car to be cleaned inside and out and as she started to walk away motioning for me I noticed the gun was still there and wasn't sure if she meant to do that so I stuck it under my pants (cut offs actually) and went into the store with her. We were in the store before I said, "I have your gun." She blinked and then said she'd forgotten all about it so she was glad I had. Nothing more was said of it, so we did our shopping, a 13-year-old with her Granny's gun in her pants with her Granny and no one had a clue, and once back in our now cleaned car I put it right back where it had been with neither of us saying anything about it.

Later she told me to have fun she needed to go do a few things (in retrospect I should've asked for the gun again ) and that was when she got my birthday present that I got Monday following the parade: a skateboard, one that I'd wanted ever since I'd seen the girl in The Crow use one when I was 11. I was especially surprised as Granny liked me to be girly, but she knew I'd love it and she was right.

Where we lived was a bunch of thin, poor farm roads on hills with plenty of potholes, not the best place to learn to skate, especially as Granny neglected to get me any pads or helmet (Texans tend not to think of things like that, the most protection normally considered is a pair of boots and maybe a trail gun, more for shooting cottonmouths for sport than self-defense). I got so banged up in October and November, and I also crashed into a ditch more than once, getting stung by bull nettles once and stung by yellow jackets another time. It's a good thing I was so young as it meant I healed fast.

But I rode that board determined, proud to own it, and even sometimes rode it to school and back (we lived in a very small town, so small many maps don't even list it) and by spring I was already pretty good with it.

Meanwhile I made some good friends who had better sense than to believe the rumors and I remember them fondly...and had fun with the idiots, like when an "eyewitness" claimed to have seen me kill a cat (for Satan) on Halloween I went, "Why didn't you stop me or at least call the cops? You're sick!" And when a boy on the bus (bus having from K-12 on it, as I say very small town) asked me if I really worshiped the Devil I said, "Yes, and I cast spells, so shut up." He never even looked at me again and acted scared, which many (including my cousin) thought was hilarious, though some relatives bawled me out over that saying I was feeding the fire by playing with the town's stupidity.

Then I was forced back to the outskirts of Houston (Mom had to have her child support), but then I met other thrashers (skaters) who were grudgingly impressed (after those bumpy, pot-holed roads from where I'd been the local flat asphalt in good condition was nothing to me) but saw I couldn't do any real tricks and within a year I was pretty much an expert on all kinds of flips, though I wasn't the daredevil many of them were (though I was well known to be a tomboy), which was something of a balance of power, I was in some ways better than many of them in standard operating procedures, but others were king of the cooler stuff (the kind of stuff that could leave one injured for life if done wrong, which I had better sense to do, and in retrospect I think the boys were glad as no one wanted to be showed up by a girl).

Later (age 15) I ran away from home with a BFF and got with other street kids, and because I was considered so good with a skateboard (even better than any runaway boys present) I was dubbed "Thrasher." To my knowledge I was the only girl to be called that which turned into a liability later when a cop obsessed with me (and not in his professional duties, but willing to abuse his powers as a cop to find me) took to looking for the girl named Thrasher (the entire point of street names is to add some anonymity and by accepting Thrasher as a street name I screwed up). But what also sucked was a little over a month after running away I woke up to find my skateboard gone, and I wasn't able to get a new one until I was 17, and I was absolutely crushed because that had become so much a part of my life, even my identity, and it was the one connection I had with Granny (*) which left me heartbroken to have lost and that was why I cried over having lost it. Even getting a new board at 17 was a bittersweet experience.

(*In case you're wondering why I didn't go to Granny instead of running away, I thought about that, taking my friend with me, but she lived in a very small town and had we gone the town would've talked, Dad's family in town would report to Dad who in turn would cut off child support to Mom who in turn would call the law to force me to move back as the courts already refused to let me live with Granny as I wanted, and probably return my friend to her alcoholic dad who'd brutalize if not outright kill her. And neither of us trusted the law, and rightly so as we'd both been betrayed by it when we went to them for help before running away. Also, while Granny would get away having me because Mom signed some piece of paper that the school still had, there was no legal permission for my friend to be there that the school would want to have, and though forging a signature might work I don't know if it would even be tried by Granny, and even if she did I don't know if it would've worked as I was known to be her grandchild with many relatives in town while my friend had never even been seen by anyone before.)

posted March 16, 2013 07:43 PM            

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YoursTrulyAlways: you’re like the embodiment of the successful cap. That’s awesome. .

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posted March 17, 2013 11:10 PM            

It's really funny because just the other day I was talking with one of my best friends about how I am terrified that I am currently "peaking" in terms of my physical health and appeal, the current days are the best days of my life, and it's all downhill from here

posted March 17, 2013 11:24 PM            

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Originally posted by YoursTrulyAlways:
Thank you. I've also had my fair share of disappointments and disasters. And I've done many stupid things and made bad decisions. But glory times and success I've had. Always thankful for the blessings that flow to me.

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