Copyright Jessica Ayers |
Twelve-year-old me totally knew how to rock out some mood rings, black and red nail polish, braces, glasses, a bad perm, off-brand-Jnco jeans, and the back brace you can't see under my baggy fleece sweatshirt, whilst jamming on a wrapping-paper-tube-air-guitar to whatever 90's crap is playing on that behemoth of a boom box...all in front of my closet doors plastered with Star Wars mini posters. Hellz to the yesez.
I owned those awkward years, baby.
Hi Jessica,
ReplyDeleteNice to be here, I am here via A to Z blog page,
Nice to read your pleasant old memories here, keep writing.
Good to know that you registered for this years challenge.
A Warm Welcome Abroad.
Have a happy blogging time ahead.
Keep informed.
Best Regards
Philip of philipscom http://www.pvariel.com