11 Again

      

Me at 9

Imagine me, at 11 years old, somewhere between these (^v) two ages.

Me at 13

                           

Ah, the pre-pubescent years. I am glad they are over.

That was the age when I first started liking boys. The guy I liked was 6 years older than me. Talking to him scared me and mentioning his name made me blush. "Flirting" was out of the question (and was a question--I had no idea what flirting even meant, and to be honest, I still don't).

Unfortunately, I'm also describing myself now, 7 years later. A majority of guys that I meet are at least 4 years older than I. I feel like a little kid compared to them. I AM a little kid. What's even more annoying is that often these older guys are really cool. Mature, smart, funny, etc. I hate when I find myself crushing on someone who's 25 because I feel 11 again, inexperienced, nervous, and without a doubt much too young.

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