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.








I think we're going to need to see a picture of you with your mohawk.
Posted by: grace | April 22, 2008 at 09:22 AM
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.
Posted by: Christina | April 22, 2008 at 09:45 AM