Call me nostalgic, but lately the tug of tweenhood has been strong. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, a tweener is an adolescent, usually younger, between the ages of 11-15. The term comes from the phase between being a child and a teenager. It usually constitutes the unknown of teenage-hood, but with the innocence of childhood
During my tweenhood, I had a lot of distractions that were less than wonderful: large move from home, 3 new schools, bullies, hormones, and dying friendships and pets. It was an ugly little battlefield instead of the fun butterflies, horoscopes, and slumber party dish fests it's always made out to be.
So, since I have grown into quite the wonderful woman, I think that reliving tweenhood could be a healthy little experiment. Maybe instead of going to a club to booze it up and dance the night away, a fun party could be filling out Seventeen Magazine quizzes, trying every lip balm flavor money can buy, and then giving Bloody Mary a go at midnight. Or if the night is already full, try walking to the mall and scamming on cute boys in the food court instead of paying bills or writing papers. Letting go of all the "grown up" stuff, and embracing all the exhilarating things.
There is something magical about being a tweener that sometimes life snatches from us, before we even know it was special. Second chances aren't second rate, they just come next.
Reading Tiger Beat, WW
Friday, March 19, 2010
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