I just read a coming of age script about a teenage girl in the 70s. I
piled a bunch of pillows on my office rug and sprawled out with my
laptop, a cup of coffee and a giant chocolate chip cookie, as if it was
my bedroom. It seemed like the appropriate thing to do. It brought me
back to be being fifteen.
Do you remember 15? Feeling
everything so intensely. I remember dating inappropriate boys and hiding
them from my parents. Annoying little sisters. Writing zines. Feeling
really alone and also under a microscope all at the same time. I can
picture my bedroom - the collage / shrine to Kurt Cobain.
I
wonder what Em will be like when she's 15. Will she hate me? I guess
that's partially inevitable right? Don't all daughters hate their moms
at some point? Will she tell me what's going on in her life or will I
have the urge to snoop? What will she look like? What will she be in to?
I think my mom and I are so different even now, but at fifteen I couldn't see any resemblance. Will I see it in her?
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