Do you remember being 13 years old? I was watching a show and a character was having her 13th birthday and it was soooo important to her! How often in our youth did we think something was so important only to find out later it wasn't?
I can remember thinking high school was that important, that the things we did, the friends we made would be a part of us. But it didn't hold quite true.
So I concentrated for a while about 13. When I turned 13, I was just going in to the 8th grade. I had survived three years at Juan Cabrillo Jr High. My work revolved around school, homework and friends. I'm sure I thought I "knew it all" by then. But I didn't.
My daughter survived three years at the same jr high. I remember her commencement well. It was held in the same auditorium as mine was 20+ years earlier. An odd deja vu feeling, for sure!
But I think by 13 our basic personality with all its quirks and traits are generally established. I look back and wonder why I didn't try other things - it might have made a difference later in my life. Parents should encourage their children to do different things, take extra classes in dance, art, music or sports, because even if it turns out you don't like the particular subject, it broadens the horizon, gets them used to trying other things as well.
While 13 wasn't all that important, it was filled with fun times, good friends and great music! 1972 was a very good year indeed!
A quick snap of me on the bus coming home from our field trip at Marine World in Redwood City. And a photo I snapped of friends in the 8th grade, we had PE together.
Back then, things were groovy and outtasight!! In my world, I think they still are! Catchya on the flip side!!
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