I'm All Grown Up.

I'm not really. Had you fooled.

Anyway, here's a really pointless topic of discussion for today (even more pointless than that Chicken Nugget conversation that nobody would understand)...

Have you ever noticed how much you've changed?

I remember when I first started school. I cried and then ended up on the top of a yellow slide. As I left school, I said goodbye to someone and she got confused as to why I knew her name. I pointed out that we'd spent the whole day playing together. Her response was something like "Oh yeah."
So when I was a little kid I was super shy, hated wearing frilly socks, watched the Lion King on repeat and liked green grapes. I tried to con my mum into buying me Cake Mix every time we went shopping and I collected Pokemon cards. It was your average childhood and a nice one at that.

When I was a bit older (about 6 or 7) I remember winning an English Award. I had my photo taken and an article was written in the local paper. I also won a silver trophy which I was allowed to keep for a year but I had to give it back early because we moved house.
One of the things that has never changed: I always have and always will love writing.

Once upon a time I was at the park with a group of friends and we sat around enjoying the summer, sharing 2 litre bottles of Cherryade and playing various versions of 'Chicken'. Every time a train went past someone would shout 'GET OFF BLACK' and everyone would run for it.
During that time I was a bit of a rebel... well, as much as a rebel as I will ever be. Ok, so I wasn't a rebel but it was a fun time.

Starting secondary school was a complete change. I found it super awkward and I hated the shiny tables in maths. I often got lost as well but I was too nervous to stop and ask anyone.
Around about this time I went back to 'Shy Holly' and found my love for books again. I was extremely unorganised and my room was so messy that you couldn't see the floor. My excuse: I was getting prepared for becoming a teenager.

Today, I made Laura choke on her drink. We spent the whole of lunch laughing. I found out that I got full marks on my English coursework and was complimented on my writing.
I have great friends, a great family and I enjoy school. I still love the Lion King and writing but I prefer pears to green grapes. I hate frilly socks but my room is super tidy. People accuse me of having OCD and even though I walk through the same park every day, I never sit at the swings drinking cherryade. I still think that Knock Down Ginger is the best game ever invented but I don't play it anymore and I still hate the shiny tables in the maths department. I finally know my way around school, sort of. I try and con my mum into buying me cake mix and I still have my Pokemon cards in a shoebox somewhere.

I'd say I've grown up quite a bit... maybe. :)