Just thinking about being thirteen and what that was like for me. What was that like for you? It was hard! Even thought I am obviously older now...much, much older now! :o) I remember being in Junior High. I always wanted to be accepted, to fit in, and to have friends.
I lived on a farm and had chores to do. Because I was the oldest of five, I took care of my brothers and sisters while my parents were farming.
It's hard to be thirteen. I remember it well, the day I was thirteen on Friday the thriteenth, I smashed my thumb in the car door, burnt two fingers on the stove, and stepped on my little brother's toy in the living room. I ended up gashing my foot about 1 1/2 inches on the bottom from the toy cut.
It's hard to be thirteen when you can't drive a car, and have to follow the rules that everyone else sets for you.
As an adult, I found it was really fun in the end. Looking at the bringht side, I didn't have to have a jo, I spent time with my friends. I rode my bicycle nine miles to my best friend's house and we could talk for hours. I learned to play the organ at church and would practice for fun. I received a white kitten named Bunny for my birthday from my friend, Elaine.
Even though it was hard to be thirteen, I feel I grew in mind and sirit that year. I was clumsy, it is true, but I cared about my grandparents and parents. I sang in the choir and played clarinet in the band. Every year we went to the Great Darke County Fair and would ride on the 4-H float, eat cotton cany, walk around the fair with friends, take fair rides and smelled elephant ears.
All in all thirteen was a good year when I look back. It had its struggles but I learned to care about others.
How did I get there? Anyway, happy blogging! See you tomorrow...