Twelve in NoJoMo 2015

I’m trying to remember something about a real dozen. What was I like at age twelve? (Other than obese....) So, this may end up being a bit of free writing unless someone brings me a dozen cupcakes

So, twelve. That would have been nineteen ninety mumbles

Or, to put it another way, almost everyone who turned twelve in the 90s is now in his/her thirties.....

I was living in Northern Germany. The sun hadn’t come up when I got on the school bus in the morning, and it was getting dark when I got home in the afternoon.

On the flip side, I could play tennis at eleven at night during the summer.

It was a small place, and it’s incredible how quickly things changed. We found out sometime maybe early in the Spring that the post an hour south was closing within six months, and the one where my dad was stationed was closing within eighteen?

What else do I remember?

Music. Grunge (Nirvana, Pearl Jam), Rap (NWA, Geto Boys).....

Can you honestly tell me that Still isn’t earworming you right now?

I had a drink. I smoked a cigarette (so maybe it wa smore than an a....).

But, by and large, I stayed out of trouble, amazinly enough.

I despared about the Saints. I seriously wondered if the Royals would ever win another World Series.

I dreamed about what I might like to do when I was older.

If someone had told me that I’d spend almost a decade working in TV and radio, I would have laughed. Unless it was on AFN, maybe.

I probably wouldn’t have been surprised I’d married. I probably would be surprised I’d gotten into two really bad work situations in a row.

Nobody offered me cupcakes, so I wrote. What can I say? It’s what I do.

Last updated November 17, 2015