Y is for youth
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| I had some funky boots in high school. |
Y is for youth
I have a notebook of poems and essays I wrote as a teen. While many are the standard angst filled pieces, I found this one to share with the characters Dude and Babe.
One Minute Play
Dude: What’s the fuss about?
Babe: The toilet seat.
Dude: Looks fine to me
Babe: It’s up.
Dude: So.
Babe: It was made to be down. You always put the seat down.
Dude: Couldn’t it just stay up.
Babe: But I’d have to always put it down.
Dude: Well, I always have to put it up.
Babe: Who cares?
The End
This was written on Aug. 14, 1988. I also wrote some young adult novels in my spare time. I’m guessing my parents properly destroyed all the papers I left under my bed.
Oh, I cringe at the thought of these stories, but had so much fun writing them. Did anyone else do that?
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| My 80s, high school style. |
On another note:
Don’t forget the Wish You Were Here Giveaway.
Meatloaf said, A wasted youth is better by far than a wise and productive old age.
I believe I’ll try for a third childhood next year.
I like this quote.
What fun! I think of some of the outfits I wore in the 60s, 70s, 80s…ack! 🙂
I know Karen. Very funny to look at old photos.
Love that one minute play!
I definitely did the angst-ridden teenage poems. Didn’t try for anything longer at that stage. That’s probably a good thing.
Beth, Oh an attempt to be creative.
I did that! It’s scary to think that I have no idea what became of most of it…
Who knows Dana? You could have a best seller.
My boyfriend and I have had that same converation about the toilet seat…as adults! I used to love to write letters and an occcasional poem in college. Thanks for stopping by my blog and following!
Heather, I don’t recall having this conversation as an adult, so it’s funny I thought about this as a teen.
Hi Stacy! Fun post. Got me thinking about some of the outfits I wore in middle school and high school. : )
Susanne, I thought it would be nice to be able to fit in a few of those outfits again. 🙂
I love those boots, Stacy. Were they called pixie boots, I had some too. I wrote a very angsty piece about the meaning of life. i hope I find it amongst my belongings some time ha, ha, haaa.
Catherine, Who knows what they were called. I typically bought discount/thrift store finds. I found one picture of a vintage dress I know I paid $1. Oh, to find those deals today!
Those boots are awesome! I love your poem. It speaks to me! Ha ha haaa! You’re the best! 🙂
I meant your play speaks to me. I was thinking about a poem I’m trying to write. Sheesh!
That’s a great poem. LOL mine from my youth are pretty humiliating. I even cringe about some outfits I wore a few years ago, haha. Great blog!
Your youth wasn’t that long ago — my guess is my son is near your age — for me it’s just a blink in time and the clothes weren’t that terribly different. I did love your poem, as it is a constant source conversation in my house.
I don’t want to be creepy or weird – but I think I would have asked you out in high school.
LOVE those boots 🙂 You were so stylish 🙂
I actually didn’t start writing until I was 24 so I don’t have anything hidden away. Sometimes I wish I kept a journal or something.
Most of the time I’m glad I didn’t 🙂
Love your play. I wrote one very short story when I was younger…Something about a magic fountain. Mostly though I wrote poems, didn’t start novels until a couple years ago. Great post 🙂
I totally did this! And I LOVE Dude and Babe! So glad you saved that one! 🙂
You look so cute! Love the photos. Yes I definitely wrote stories–my BF and I even wrote a relay of fan fiction, passing our notebook back and forth and each writing where the other left off about our fave band crush. 🙂
I totally wrote teen angst poems and illustrated drippy doodles all around them. I’m going to dig them up next time I’m visiting my parents. *Love* those boots!
I LOVE your poem. It made me laugh out loud :))
❀Barbara❀
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Love the old pictures of you. My older sister convinced me it would be cool to wear orange bell-bottoms to my first day of high school (in 1994). It was not. I wished I’d kept more of my old writings. If nothing else, it’s fun to see how far we all come after a decade or so.