fifteen

Tonight I decided to read part of an old journal I found.  And as I read, I laughed.

Sometimes you just can't help it.  Some entries really were funny.  I'll leave names out so I'm not too incriminating...but it shouldn't be too hard to figure out haha :)

..."S found out there was hair on the back of her leg like a couple weeks ago.  Maybe a week.  I don't know.  I think it's K who shaves her knee pits. (I learned how to shave in fourth grade.  Steph showed me!) Then we started talking about shaving our armpits.  S's like 'You grow hair in your armpits?!?' We're like 'Yeah.'  Then one of us mentioned one of our armpits was retarded and didn't grow hair."

This entry was even complete with pictures.

hair on the back of the leg :)

armpits.  notice the one of the right has only one hairy pit haha :)

I laughed at the "drama" fifteen year olds face.  With a dozen kids or so kids in my ward/neighborhood my age, there was bound to be some.

I read the gratitude of a fifteen year old for a friend: "I'm just glad I have a friend who likes me and is willing to do stuff with me.  I feel bad that she calls me a lot more than I call her.  I think it's because I've been used to being rejected for so many years that I forget how to be social."  {Don't get me wrong.  I had friends.  Kind of.  Angie moving in improved things a whole lot though}

I read the lessons I learned after a friend's mom had died: don't hold grudges, love everyone with everything I've got, remind people that I love them, be thankful to Heavenly Father for all the things I take for granted, etc. etc.  {I'm still grateful I haven't had to personally deal with this trial and hope I won't have to for years and years....and even more years to come.  According to my Marriage and Family class my parents don't even classify as "young-old" so therefore I vote they need to stick around until they're at least "old-old"}

I found one entry I wish I could have let 18 year old me read {or maybe have 15 year old me lecture 18 year old me}

And another where I wish I could go and talk to the girl who wrote it.  Some of what she wrote was true.  Some was completely false.  However, she was convinced it was all true.  And it took years to realize that that was not the case.

It's funny to see how life shapes us and where we end up.  I can only imagine what 25 year old me is going to want to tell the current me.  I have some ideas what it will be about...I just wish I knew what she'd say to answer all my problems!  Ha!  Too bad life doesn't work that way.