Flashbacks of my adolescence. *shudder*
Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year? – via The Daily Prompt
I looked in my purse and I found a quarter. The year on it: 1995.
In 1995 I was in middle school in Miami. I was 12-years old that year. I was going to the seventh grade. I was in the midst of puberty and that awkwardness that I didn’t seem to outgrow until eighth grade.
I was into stickers. I was still watching Sesame Street and Barney (and guess what? I still do when the kids aren’t even around). I had my first french kiss. I was a cheerleader (briefly) and I made a few friends. I was still new to Miami, even after two years, and the new school made my life seem somewhat tolerable…
It wasn’t a bad year. There was some really good music, too! I can always look back and listen to the music from that year and smile. Such great songs then…
But honestly, I wasn’t doing much then. I was still only twelve. Playing man hunt and swimming and jumping in pools during rainstorms. Nothing really special. That was when life was still somewhat easy…
And apparently, according my to my yearbook, I was in love with some guy named James. Eeew.
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