This is that feeling
Summer of ‘83. Thirteen, underdeveloped, ridiculous. On my white t-shirt, tiny multi-coloured stars. Yellow, green, satin shorts, no fashion sense, even back then. My rainbow rollerskates act like the wings of a mythical beast. I glide, I dart, weave. And I know: this is that feeling. Free. Wind. Fast. Me.
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Oh, how well you’ve put me back in touch with my awkward, gawky, pre-teen self.
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Thanks, Margaret. I’d like to report that my pre-teen awkward, gawky self has since blossomed into a beautiful butterfly, but alas, I’m still as goofy and ridiculous as ever… Only now, I wear my awkwardness with pride!
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Exactly. We are who we are…
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Is anyone ever developed at 13? Aren’t we all a bit like failed soufflés, all whipped up with big ideas and then, oops!
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‘Failed soufflé’, title for my memoir? Or, for short: ‘Oops!’. I’ll bear that in mind when the time comes…
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