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robinblokeTwelve.
The number of doom.
Everything pivotal in my life seems to happened at the age of 12. I was eating food at my most fussiness (oo, new word, and the food was smash, peanuts and cheese) I learned to drive at 12, or got my first driving lesson, I was hit by a car when I was twelve, I started wearing glasses (probably because of the former) when I was twelve.
Now these things may not of actually happened when I was twelve but invariably they often seem to have happened at this date as the years blur together and my terrible memory takes it's toll. I envision that eventually when I'm really ancient that I'll attribute everything in my entire life to have happened when I was twelve; my driving test, my A-Levels, My Degree, buying my first car, my house, falling in love for the first time (drat, song in my head now) perhaps these things all DID happen when I was twelve and some kind of wierd cosmic time-compression ratio has sped up/slowed down the rest of my life so that being 12 in fact lasted for longer proportionally than any other time in my life, after all isn't it our memories that make us.
Most people when they reach a certain age and get old and creaky and start stressing about how old they are say "I'm going to be 25" or "I'm 21" forever... well I've decided. I'm going to be twelve forever.
So there.
The number of doom.
Everything pivotal in my life seems to happened at the age of 12. I was eating food at my most fussiness (oo, new word, and the food was smash, peanuts and cheese) I learned to drive at 12, or got my first driving lesson, I was hit by a car when I was twelve, I started wearing glasses (probably because of the former) when I was twelve.
Now these things may not of actually happened when I was twelve but invariably they often seem to have happened at this date as the years blur together and my terrible memory takes it's toll. I envision that eventually when I'm really ancient that I'll attribute everything in my entire life to have happened when I was twelve; my driving test, my A-Levels, My Degree, buying my first car, my house, falling in love for the first time (drat, song in my head now) perhaps these things all DID happen when I was twelve and some kind of wierd cosmic time-compression ratio has sped up/slowed down the rest of my life so that being 12 in fact lasted for longer proportionally than any other time in my life, after all isn't it our memories that make us.
Most people when they reach a certain age and get old and creaky and start stressing about how old they are say "I'm going to be 25" or "I'm 21" forever... well I've decided. I'm going to be twelve forever.
So there.
