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Friday, October 10, 2008 11:09 PM
.:25 till 27:.

Just like the title suggests, 25 hours until I am 27!

It's strange. I know I am still young, but when you start getting up, closer to 30, you really do start to feel older. Not really in a bad way, though. If I could, I'd probably stay 27 forever. I feel like the late 20's are the best years of your life, and 27 is right there in the middle of the late 20's.

Every birthday, I have habit of reflecting on my life, looking at all the things I've been through. The good times, the bad times, the fun times. It can be sad and frustrating, but it can also be happy, funny, and heart-warming. But thankfully, there is more good than bad.

So, in celebration of the 27 years I've walked this earth, I've decided to write about 6 things that have happened in my past that still stand out today. A few will be bad, a few will be good, to give an even account of myself. Here it goes...


1) Age 13. Trip To Florida.
When me, my parents, and my step-brother went to Florida, it was seriously the BEST week of my life. I had so much fun. It felt like I was on an alien planet. Miami was completely different than the little town I grew up in. I remember thinking "When I grow up, I'm living in Miami." I would never want to live there now, but I would certainly love to go back. The beaches were amazing, the sun was amazing, the atmosphere and scenery were amazing. I can't remember ever having so much fun. My mother and I spent every second together down there. We were like best friends. I wish we still had that today.

2) Age 13. Death Of Aunt Cheryl.
Aunt Cheryl was my favorite aunt. She was seriously like a second mother to me, and in some ways, a better mother than my own was. All the things a mother is supposed to teach her baby girl were taught to me by my aunt. Sex, drugs, relationship advice, puberty, all that crap, my aunt Chery talked to me about. I always trusted her with anything, and she would be the first one I would call when I had a problem. When my parents found out about me being a lesbian, my mother stuck the knife in my heart by saying, "Think about how disgusted Aunt Cheryl would be." But, I know for a fact she would not be disgusted. She was proud of me no matter what I did, and I thank her for the confidence she instilled in me.

3) Age 15. First Time I Had Sex.
The first time I had sex was with a guy. It was so awkward for me. I didn't know what I wanted. I was scared because I found myself being attracted to girls, but I was also somewhat attracted to guys. Looking back, I think the only reason I was attracted to guys was because I thought I had to be. A boy asked me to be his girlfriend, so I said yes. He was cute and nice, so it was no big deal. I remember how nervous both of us were when we were about to do it. Me more so than him. I was shaking. ****Detailed**** I was so nervous he couldn't even get his dick in me. Completely dry. Maybe if I wasn't an idiot and made him wear a condom we wouldn't have had that problem. He came in about 40 seconds, all over my belly. It felt so weird and I was so embarrassed. I freaked out and made a big deal out of it for some reason. It was warm and sticky and gross. That's when I decided I never wanted to see cum again. Unfortunately, I'd have a very bad experience later on when I was giving a guy a blowjob and he didn't tell me when he was cumming. Choking on semen is something I suggest no one ever do.

4) Age 17. Perverted Gym Teacher.
(this involves an unwanted sexual encounter with a teacher, so don't read it if you are sensitive to that)

I don't like to talk about this very much, but I'm feeling okay enough to write about it now. I had a gym teacher in 11th grade, who for some reason was the object of all my girl friends' affection. They loved him and thought he was the hottest thing to walk the Earth. Let me tell you, he was not. I knew from the first time I laid eyes on him that he was a pervert, mainly because of the way he laid his eyes back on me (I've had big boobs my whole life). And I was completely right about him. He cornered me in the girls locker room one morning before swimming class when I was late for school. I was the only one in the locker room. He put his hands down my pants, kissed my neck. Ugh, it was disgusting, and traumatizing for a while. Unlike a lot of girls, I told my parents right away. I guess me stepping up helped a few other girls gain the courage to step up, and a few weeks later, he was fired and going to trial for sexual assault and molestation charges. As far as I know, he received probation after a year in prison, and lost his teaching license. He deserves more, but I'm satisfied. It turned out I was the lucky one. Two of the other girls actually had sex with him. Whether it was forced or "consensual" (I put it in quotes because at their age, 16, legally they can't consent to having sex with someone over 18. He was in his 30's) I do not know, but either way, I feel so bad for them.

5) Age 17. Getting my driver's license.
This is a bitter-sweet moment for me. I was a late bloomer when it came to driving. I was getting in trouble when I was about 16, and my parents wouldn't let me get my license until I straightened out. My dad taught me how to drive, and took me for my road test right before my 18th birthday. I felt like he was my enthusiastic co-pilot for those months before I took the test. Once I passed and started driving on my own, it was very strange not having him in the passenger seat looking out for me. It was also one of the last things him and I did together. A few months later is when he found out I liked girls and basically disowned me.

6) Age 18. Graduating High School.
To me, it felt like my life was really about to start. I lived on my own, I took care of myself, and the only thing keeping me from being a completely free woman was school. It was so liberating to leave. The whole world was up for grabs, and I was so determined to take it. I had huge dreams back then, and obviously I haven't achieved them, but I am so happy with where I am today. I'm not even sure if I would trade what I have now for what I wanted back then.

(Looking back and reading all these, I don't see one purely good memory out of all 6. They all have bad connotations attached to them. That worries me a little bit.)

Ok, so it turns out the memories that stuck out the most to me all happened in my teens, but whatever. Your teenage years are always the most significant. Those years decide who you will be later on in life. Any teens reading this, you shouldn't be unless your 18, but also, remember that your teens are the best years of your life and also the most important. I guarantee you will look back and wish you would have done something differently. We all do, so do your best and go for what you want.

Anyone who reads this should do something like this on your own blog. Even if it's not your birthday in 24 hours and 15 minutes (Nicole's is in 8 days!), do it anyways. I'd love to read it. If you do do it, come back here and post a comment with a link so I can check it out.

<3 Sarah <3
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