Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen

The Daily Prompt asks:

Tell us all about the person you were when you were sixteen.

Taken at my “Sweet Sixteen” Party 1973

I was not an easy teenager. I had a strict mother who didn’t know how to handle a daughter with ideas different from her own. There was never a discussion, it was always black and white- yes or no. I wasn’t really rebellious as much as I was just a pretty typical teenager, finding my way, testing the waters. My mother always saw it as rebellion. Thankfully my father was open and understanding and always had my back.

I had a nice circle of friends when I was sixteen. We hung out together on weekends, we partied a bit, I learned quickly to stay away from tequila.

I sometimes played guitar for my friends when we got together. I do remember being jealous of one of my “best friends” because she always had a boyfriend, went from one to the next, and I never seemed to be able to find one. Teenage angst and all that comes along with it. I wouldn’t go back for anything… I remember it being a tumultuous time in my life, I didn’t like school, I seemed to always be fighting with my mother, and I had a friend who always seemed to be stabbing me in the back every time I turned around. I was glad to move on to 17, and graduate from high school and start working, and leave 16 and all that came with it, behind.

24 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen

  1. Now it’s official, Lisa. We ARE the same age, born the same year, lived the same teen existence in nieghboring state suburbia. Yes, we did. You could be describing the same angsts that filled my high school.


  2. You sound — and look — absolutely normal. I hope that’s okay. These days, I tell someone they seem normal to me and they get mad. Apparently normal isn’t good enough anymore 🙂 But it was when I was that age. I yearned to be normal!


  3. I agree with you… it’s great to be young but I wouldn’t like to be 16 again…it was a time I felt betwixt and between … I was jealous that my bff got love letters and she was the one who was invited to parties and I was “just” with her like the fifth wheel….


      • me neither :o( it wasn’t her fault and she always was my BEST friend, but it was a bitter feeling to know I’m just the “adjunct” and it hurts to know that people pretended they like me just because they wanted to come in contact with her :o(


  4. I love looking at your photos. How fun! Like you, I was happy when high school was over. It had its fun times, but overall I didn’t care much for it or even the people for that matter. I just wanted to do my own thing. School kind of put a damper on that. But now that I’m older, I daydream of being in school. Strange how life works.


    • If you were in school now it would be a different experience as an adult- you are in a better place with who you are and would enjoy it more I would think. Or are you daydreaming of being back then with what you know now? 🙂


      • No, I definitely don’t want to go back, But I would love to sit in a classroom setting again. To open up my books, listen to the teacher, participate and take tests. Sounds so dreamy! 🙂 To satisfy that craving somewhat, I’ve begun taking online classes. It’s not the same, but it’ll do for now.


  5. Sorry you had such a timultuous time In your teen years. Having a very strict mother, especially for a young girl is difficult. Thankfully you had an understanding dad. But it made you who you are today so it can’t be all that bad..:)


    • Thanks George- that is so nice of you to say. It was really my mother’s inability to see past anything that wasn’t done the same way as she did it when she was my age. It carried through into my adult life too.


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