1928720_1104499691840_2966_n.jpgI don’t know what it is about being 15 years old but for me, that was the most pivotal year of my life. It was the year I was on top of the world at high school and it was the time my friends and I did some really stupid things and thankfully, lived to tell about it.
Here I am 30 years later and I am now the mother of a 15 year old. I still can’t believe it and sometimes think about that “Freaky Friday” movie with Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsay Lohan and wonder what it would be like to switch places with my daughter just for one day. I’d probably be flunking her physics class, I’d be that annoying show off in English Honors and be bored out of my mind in AP Global. I mean there is nothing fun about Imperialism – I even had to google it tonight to figure out what exactly it is. Okay, I know I shouldn’t admit that but there are certain periods in history that I completely forgot about and am not ashamed to admit it. But I digress…
I would also hit the mall and try on 20 pairs of jeans in a size 0 because even when I was 15, I was never ever a size 0! I would eat what I wanted and not worry about putting on weight the next day. I would make sure that no matter what I did, I would never lose sight of what I loved. I would also say ‘yes’ to anything my parents asked me to do including taking the dog out for a walk when she starts whining.
If my daughter and I switched places, I would totally tell off those cliquey girls and tell her really close friends what amazing girls they are and how I’m certain their friendships will last forever.
While, I’m not going to be switching places any time soon, I am going to be reuniting with my girlfriends who I’ve been friends with since I was 15 (some I’ve known even longer). We’re all going out in January for a special night in Manhattan. While we won’t be taking a shot of everything in my parent’s liquor cabinet or hitting the movies to see “Dirty Dancing,” “Footloose” or “The Breakfast Club,” we will be getting together to reminisce, reflect and catch up on the last three decades.
There is something so special about being 15 and no matter how much time passes, I still remember those days like it was yesterday. The ups, the downs, the hardships, the heartbreaks and the friendships. And I hope my daughter enjoys 15 as much as I did. More importantly, I hope she continues to hang on to those amazing friends. Because nothing quite beats having old friends who knew you when anything was possible. In my heart, I will be forever 15. I’ll also be a size 0 forever. Dare to dream, I keep telling myself. Dare to dream.