As I watch my daughter reach this impressionable age,
A time when everything still seems happy-go-lucky, but your body (and life) starts to change.
It makes me reminisce….
About the time I was living in 11-year-old, carefree bliss.
When you were eleven, did you care what others thought?
Or just go about your day, all smiles, without a second thought?
Ride bikes to the candy store with your friends after softball?
Babysit, walk to school, go to the mall?
Always with your friends, always having a ball.
Climb trees, play house, host lemonade stands,
Make “totally awesome” and oh-so-innocent 11-year-old plans.
Run to dance.
Every once in a while, you’d wonder if the boy in the parachute pants would ever give you a chance.
But boys were still kind of yucky.
And you were still a bit gawky.
And you had no idea nor did you care how others truly “saw” you.
You even had enough guts to dance that dance (by the Go-Go’s) in front of the whole school.
You smiled, giggled and lived life full out.
Your friends were the best and that’s all you cared about.
This was pre-peer pressure and low self-esteem.
You had no idea what was coming at 12, 13 or heavens-to-Betsy, FOURTEEN.
Why? Because you were eleven.
An age when life and your outlook on it was like a little piece of cotton-candy heaven. 🙂 – Jackie
When the Kids Go To Bed said:
The year before EVERYTHING changed.
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