10/31/03

I remember being 14, and simply glowing in the presence of Liz and Sam, Bryan and Robyn, as we giggled our way through that complicated waltz, tripping over long skirts and adjusting uncomfortable tuxedos.

I remember being 15, and proudly jutting out my chin as I twirled along with the music next to Haley and my brother, Andrew and Rob, primping that beloved orange wig and trying my best to be enticing.

I remember being 16, and refusing to let the hot tears spill down my cheeks.

I remember being 17, and wearing my Strawberry Shortcake hat and dancing around with Justin and feeling the happiest I had ever felt.

And here I am at 19, and I cannot believe how things have changed. How tradition and formalities and honor seem to have simply slipped away.

Sometimes, it hurts to see things change.

And it is a very real pain.