(Hey all, so to find pictures that are relevant to the text was really difficult, so i decided to just upload a few photos from the year 2010. Hope you enjoy)
I remember a few weeks before turning eighteen my mother and I were discussing my curfew times and I had reminded her of the one time she told me that when I was eighteen I could do as I wanted.
She looked at me and answered; ‘I don’t remember that, you do as you please when you leave this house, not while you’re still under my roof’
(I bet all parents are agreeing right now?).
I freaked out because everything that I had been looking forward to since my partying days started crashed! My father agreed and it finally clicked in my head that I could not have this freedom I had desired until I left home!
and Like every teenager I planned out this whole, ‘leaving home’ scheme and wanted to go to England with my best friend and try create a life for ourselves there. We thought long and hard about it and wanted this plan to succeed.
I was full of rebellion and vowed to do as I pleased when I turned eighteen, regardless of what my parents would say. No matter how loud they shouted, I wanted to do what I want because I could.
I remember counting down the days to my eighteenth, waiting patiently for the legal age and then, then I was going to rebel more than before! I didn’t think of the struggle my little sisters would go through when I go through this, or the weight upon my parent’s shoulders trying to calm their daughter down and lead her in the right direction. I hated rules and being told what to do, especially by my parents.
(us teenagers, we seem to have this illusion that we know everything.)