Advertisement -- Learn more about ads on this site.


    IAMFREETORUN   8,608
SparkPoints
8,500-9,999 SparkPoints
 
 

Where's That Girl?


Sunday, July 04, 2010

Last Seen: Somewhere in the early teen years.

Description: Sassy grin, sparkling eyes that were full of mischief, long tangled (or short disheveled, depending on the year!) red hair, usually flying behind her as she runs somewhere, athletic build that was still all curves somehow, and a rock-solid iron will.

Reward: The whole world on a silver platter.

I've struggled with my identity so long, I've almost given up hope of ever finding the girl I was or the ...
Last Seen: Somewhere in the early teen years.

Description: Sassy grin, sparkling eyes that were full of mischief, long tangled (or short disheveled, depending on the year!) red hair, usually flying behind her as she runs somewhere, athletic build that was still all curves somehow, and a rock-solid iron will.

Reward: The whole world on a silver platter.

I've struggled with my identity so long, I've almost given up hope of ever finding the girl I was or the woman she thought she would be. All I know is that right now, I'm Pseudo Me. This shrinking, retiring, unsure person isn't me.

The girl I used to be lived for summer camp and was active from the minute her feet hit the floor every morning until her exhausted mother finally chased her to bed at night. She rode horses, played hockey and ringette, rode a BMX bike and did jumps with her brother and the neighbourhood boys, swam, and tried anything at least once. She preferred to be outside if she could. Her favourite movies were the Indiana Jones, Romancing the Stone kind and yearned for her very own proving ground where she could explore the absolute limits of her (very substantial) capabilities. She, at 13 years old, had a workout routine that she performed every single morning when she got out of bed, before dressing, before eating, before anything! Where the heck did she learn to do that?! Her tummy was flat and her arms were "not guns, more like little cannons!" That's a direct quote from a boy she knew.

I miss her desperately. I want to be the woman SHE was growing up to be. I don't know who this person is, this life I'm leading. I feel like I've been lost... and maybe it's time to find that whirlwind little girl... so I can find ME.
SHARE

Member Comments About This Blog Post:
KENDALL7261 7/4/2010 12:22AM

  Let me know when you find her! Just tonight I looked at my kindergarten photo and wondered what happened? How did my life seem to derail so far from the track.
I guess it's the journey not the destination.
Good luck my friend. You will find her.
emoticon emoticon

Report Inappropriate Comment

Add Your Comment to the Blog Post


Log in to post a comment.
 


Other Entries by IAMFREETORUN