When my sister was little she called little babies number babies, because people say they are things like 14 months, or 9 weeks. How long does it take before people get out of that phase? I'm convinced my parents still see me as a number baby. I know that I'm their child, and that sort of thing, but there has got to be a point in my life when they'll sever some of the ties. Now, mum--I know you're reading this--don't get all flustered; you made reference to my midgety height on your blog.
There's a point in a teenager's life, or even a child's life when they start to really develop who they are, and that's not necessarily who their parents are, nor want them to be. I do my best to follow my parents' values and respect their rules while I live under their roof, but sometimes I find it can become very stifling. Sometimes I do want to play my music very loudly, or make dinner with my friends. I understand that it's their house, and all that... but it's my home too.
When I get my own house I'm going to run around in my underwear 24/7, make as much of a mess as I want, and paint all over the walls. I might even eat marshmallow and chocolate chip sandwiches at 3 in the morning. I know it's just lovely to live with people and have company and all that, but sometimes while worrying about disturbing others, you forget about entertaining yourself. Oh, and I'm going to have birthday parties with as many people as I see fit: 10... 20... 476.
