Ah, to be young...

You know you've gotten a good work out when your butt is still twitching a half hour later...

I took a walk today...around my neighborhood.  Jealous much?

This was my second walk around the 'hood.  It's a really pleasant place for a walk.  There are lots of trees for shade, hills for added workout, and there is a creek with a bridge over it.  The creek, of course, is my favorite part. 

There are teenagers, too.  I shuffle past them as they wait for the bus.  I feel old and frumpy.  And invisible.  They glance at me before returning to their oh-so-important teen talk.  Everything is significant when you are seventeen.

This morning I passed a boy with a mohawk.  I wanted to scream, "I used to be cool!  I used to have a hairdo similar to yours!  This is your future, kid--enjoy your individuality while you can because when you are my age people frown on nose rings and liberty spikes."

Eh.  Everybody gets old. 

   

Comments

[grace]

I think we're going to need to see a picture of you with your mohawk.

[Christina]

It wasn't really a mohawk. It was more like hockey hair. It was shaved on both sides and left long on top. I could have spiked it, though. Instead, I'd braid it. Yeah. I was cool...hahahahaha!

Sorry, no pics. My parents wouldn't take my picture...or be seen in public with me.