Me and My Friend, Cindy, on a road trip. We raised hell at 15 together.

“I’m fifteen, definitely,” I said as an answer to her question.

We were having tea on a snowy day, when my friend Babs asked me what my perfect age was, how old I felt.

And I thought about it….

How old would you think you are, if say, you woke up with amnesia and there was no mirrors and you had no identification telling you how old you were supposed to be?

There have been times in my life where I had tons of responsibility, was working myself to death and felt like I was one thousand years old, there’s times when I felt like I was 9 – running through Disney World as an adult – insisting on riding all the rides a million times, fiending over the cotton candy and the popcorn.

But now, I feel like I’m 15…..like I always feel like I’ve got the house to myself, and my parents are coming home any second.

I’m taking guitar lessons and staying up late writing.
I randomly have dance parties in my living room.
I’ve been go-go-ing like mad at the Slipper Room.
I got a nose ring. 
I have secret coven meetings with my witchy friends. 
I’m trying to decide between 3 tattoos I want. 
I’m feeling like life has all sorts of wild possibilities to it.

So I ask you now….. because I love hearing your responses….

How old would you think you are, if say, you woke up with amnesia and there was no mirrors and you had no identification telling you how old you were supposed to be?

And why?

Writing you love notes in study hall and slipping them in your locker,

Veronica