Feb 2013
Age: 1
There's really not much to remember from a year of being born.
Age: 2
Still nothing.
Age: 3
Nope
Age: 4
Now we're getting somewhere. Dad left. He left us with a an angry hole in the wall from where I saw him kick.
Age: 5
My cousin burned my hand severely with an iron this year. I remember watching all of the other kids got to ride their bike and play around. And me? Holding my bandaged hand from the side of the street.
Age: 6
There's a faint memory of a pink and yellow skirt that I wore all of the time. I was in love from the first time my mom brought it home. This was the year I received the infamous Care Bear that all of my family soon learned to love like they did me.
Age: 7
I went trick-or-treating as a princess this year. It was the best of them all. Mom found someone else to "love".
Age: 8
I lost my Care Bear. This was enough to ruin the rest of the year. I entered the third grade at a new school that mom said was closer to our real house. I realized that my dads side of the family didn't like me. I wonder why.
Age: 9
The cousin who burned my hand? I burned her with a firework stick in the ****. It was an accident of course. The nurse pulled me out of class and had a very personal talk with me about my growing *****.
Age: 10
In the fifth grade, I experienced my first gain and loss of friendship. It prepared me for the years to come.
Age: 11
The sixth grade; the year that I met all of the important people in my life. This is the only explanation needed. Most importantly, I met you.
Age: 12
She ran away from home and when I finally found her, we cried together in her room. I soon left her.
Age: 13
Finally a teenager and still trying to escape my growing feelings for you. Ah the eighth grade.
Age: 14
Ashly became the closest thing I had to a best friend. And then there was you...
Age: 15
We drifted and Ashly became so much more closer. It's still a little hard to talk to you when I know that you have new friends and that you might not miss me. We still talk and every once in a while, I sense hope...
There's really not much to remember from a year of being born.
Age: 2
Still nothing.
Age: 3
Nope
Age: 4
Now we're getting somewhere. Dad left. He left us with a an angry hole in the wall from where I saw him kick.
Age: 5
My cousin burned my hand severely with an iron this year. I remember watching all of the other kids got to ride their bike and play around. And me? Holding my bandaged hand from the side of the street.
Age: 6
There's a faint memory of a pink and yellow skirt that I wore all of the time. I was in love from the first time my mom brought it home. This was the year I received the infamous Care Bear that all of my family soon learned to love like they did me.
Age: 7
I went trick-or-treating as a princess this year. It was the best of them all. Mom found someone else to "love".
Age: 8
I lost my Care Bear. This was enough to ruin the rest of the year. I entered the third grade at a new school that mom said was closer to our real house. I realized that my dads side of the family didn't like me. I wonder why.
Age: 9
The cousin who burned my hand? I burned her with a firework stick in the ****. It was an accident of course. The nurse pulled me out of class and had a very personal talk with me about my growing *****.
Age: 10
In the fifth grade, I experienced my first gain and loss of friendship. It prepared me for the years to come.
Age: 11
The sixth grade; the year that I met all of the important people in my life. This is the only explanation needed. Most importantly, I met you.
Age: 12
She ran away from home and when I finally found her, we cried together in her room. I soon left her.
Age: 13
Finally a teenager and still trying to escape my growing feelings for you. Ah the eighth grade.
Age: 14
Ashly became the closest thing I had to a best friend. And then there was you...
Age: 15
We drifted and Ashly became so much more closer. It's still a little hard to talk to you when I know that you have new friends and that you might not miss me. We still talk and every once in a while, I sense hope...
To be honest, I'm not sure what this is, and I have no clue what to call it ._.
