Today marks a measly 16 days until my 26th birthday.
Sixteen was such a great time. Life was fun and exciting. I was just getting my license, illegally driving my best friends around. I was dating my first (and only…COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH) boyfriend for a whopping three months. I was buying clothes from the Salvation Army, wearing aviators before they were cool again, and finally growing into my personality. I was also sweating a lot…that’s definitely an over-share but it’s definitely the truth.
I loved being sixteen and still feel so fondly about the things remind me of that time. This post is an ode to you, sixteenth year of my life, and all the things that made you so great.
Mine were pink but mostly gray from extreme over-use.
Taking Back Sunday.
Their album, Tell All Your Friends, pretty much was the anthem of my sixteenth year. Yeah, I’m that cool.
The only thing better than TBS was their lead singer, Adam Lazarra.
Adam, I have always and will always love you.
Before Nate was in Fun, he was in The Format. I liked him before he was cool. #hipster
Cowboy Coffee at the Lady Killigrew Cafe.
A perfect post-youth group pickmeupandmakemestayuplate beverage.
BYOT (Bring Your Own Tube)
This is something that you didn’t even know existed. This was a camp reunion before camp reunions were cool…and before any of us had our licenses. Basically, this was just a big ole’ slumber party.
I discovered Bradley’s poetry at that time I began to uncover my love for words. He’s still doing his thing but now he’s telling stories through music.and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
The Ghetto Max.
My 1992 Nissan Maxima (which looked nothing like this). Leather seats. Sunroof. A/C. The numbers outside the doors unlocking thing.
Before everyone was wearing them, I bought some at a gas station. My affinity for big sunglasses persists to this day.
Little Kid’s Jewlery.
If it was plastic and cheesy, I probably owned it. Bonus points if I found it somewhere.
Before blogging was really a thing, I had a Livejournal. The things that I posted are just down right embarassing. And hilarious.
(Mine is still active and the last post alludes to Ashley Parker Angel…from O-Town…yeah, just Google it.)
My Extreme Teen Bible.
Did I read it a lot? Nope. Was it filled with trinkets from camp? Yup. Did the paperback binding tear away completely almost immediately? You know it. But it was my first REAL Bible and I had purchased it with my own money.
Thrift Store T-Shirts.
Nothing screams I’m so alternative like a good, pre-loved t-shirt.
I’m pretty sure that I had at least three variations of this haircut.
My nose ring.
My dad made me sign an agreement that this would be my final body modification. HAHAHAHAHHA. THAT’S NOT BINDING THERE WAS NO LAWYER PRESENT!
Don’t ask me why. I didn’t actually like them. They scared the crap out of me but the person who drove us all around loved them. I spent more time in them that I would have liked.
Pine Brook Camp & Cabin Six.
Summers were always (and still are) meant for camp. Dang, look at those highlights.
Thanks, Sixteen. Now I feel even more self-concious.