“Teenage years are the best years of your life.” Back when I was 13, I found that to be the most ridiculous sentence ever formed. I hated school, I hated tests, I hated periods and I wanted to be older and have a job, a boyfriend, and lots of money. BUT IT’S TRUE. The sentence I once detested and prayed to god wouldn’t be true, is! I’m only 18, not a little girl but not yet a woman either. But I understand now. I’m gradually coming to terms with REAL LIFE.
I work in Primark at the weekends, aside from Sixth Form during the week days. A 9 hour shift on a Saturday. I go in when it’s dark, I leave when it’s dark. I get paid monthly. It’s busy and it’s tiring. And it’s real life.
In the future, if I ever have kids, I’m going to tell them that sentence, too. They’ll probably roll their eyes and continue playing on the iphone26 or whatever new piece of technology is on the go. But I will watch them grow up. I will watch them slide their way through school, go on to get a job at some busy retailer and realise that Mother is right. Always.
Do I thank my Mother? Do I thank her for warning me, for pushing me to enjoy my teenage years because they will fly by? Or do I hold a grudge because she told me the truth? And the truth hurts. Always.
As before mentioned, I’m only 18. My whole life is ahead of me. I’m yet to fall in love, yet to experience living on my own and getting a kebab at 3am on the way home from the local pub, but I am terrified. Excited, a little, but oh so terrified. If that sentence I once dreaded is true, then what else is?