Last Saturday afternoon, I stopped by the mall to do a little shopping. The crowd was light since it was a beautiful day during the off season.
I wasn’t in any real hurry, so I just walked the mall, stopping by stores that looked interesting.
There were moments when it felt as if I had the whole mall to myself. As I was lost in my own thoughts, three teenage girls burst out of Spencer’s Gifts, laughing loudly.
They looked like they were dressed for some kind of retro party. They had big hair, bold makeup and clothes that looked like the early days of MTV.
I guess I was staring. One of the girls stood out from the others. She had HUGE bleach-blonde hair and these jeans with holes all over. There was something very familiar with the way she was carefully trying to be seen but make it seem as if she wasn’t trying. As she turned towards me and caught my bewildered stare, I realized why she looked so familiar.
It was me. At eighteen. Read the rest of this entry







