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What did your life look like when you were half your current age?


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I was 29, still active in the volunteer fire department and as an EMT, and was just getting started in the trucking industry.

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Saturday, January 15th 2011. I was in the 7th Grade, wouldn't have joined the fandom or been aware of the show until another year and 2 months.

Weather archives show that was a stable cool dry winter day, with highs in the low 50s and and lows in high 40s.

After some digging, I can weirdly almost break down exactly what went on when I was half the age I am today, because the day before, "The King is Dead Album" by the Decemberists was released. My youngest aunt had been talking it up, so my Grandma whom I was staying with every other weekend had bought it, and we listened to it while working on birthday cards together. I would draw the pictures and my Grandma would write a haiku to pair with them.

Before that, she would've woken me up about 8:00AM I think. According to the TV schedule, I would've watched SpongeBob, "Back to the Past", "The Bad Guy Club for Villains", "Boating Buddies", "The Krabby Kronicle". During that she would've made me 2 Scrambled Eggs, 3 slices of thick cut crispy bacon, 2 pieces of Orrowheat Potato Wheat Bread Toast, and a glass of milk.

After the cards, I would've gone outside, shot my pellet gun for a bit, and play on the tire swing since it was cooler out. When it was time for lunch, it was most likely PB&J, and I'd go play in my room, Army Men at that time, but most of that was actually writing profiles of the prisoners. Names, religion, and belongings. :ButtercupLaugh:

My grandma would've been cleaning at the time, and the 103.7 the mountain music lounge was consistent enough that I could sing along for most of that segment. They would usually remove the first song and add a new one at the end, so you could know the rest pretty easily. That's how I remember it anyways.

Dinner would be Mac&Cheese with fried hotdogs mixed in, then some more TV. Either more Nickelodeon, some Cartoon Network, Discovery Channel or Animal Planet mostly. I did watch some Two and a Half Men at this point which she didn't really like, lol. Then from 9-10PM she'd turn it to either criminal minds or Law and Order, then it was my bed time, though I would stay up another hour usually reading in bed.

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I guess this would be halfway through being 15 so….yeah sophomore year was bad. I won’t get into it but yeah….

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I was 18 and just about to start my first semester at community college.

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I suppose that would be the fall semester of my sophomore year. I wouldn’t relive it. The band competitions were fun but I constantly felt but… wasn’t too pleased with a certain something at the time.

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When I was 14, life looked very different. I was caught between childhood and the first hints of adulthood. My world revolved around school, friends, and discovering things I was passionate about, even if I didn’t recognize them as passions yet. I spent more time worrying about fitting in than standing out. My sense of independence was just beginning — riding bikes farther from home, staying up too late, exploring music and books that felt like mine instead of my parents’. Looking back, it was a mix of awkwardness, curiosity, and possibility — the raw draft of who I’d later become.

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I was around 17 and in the worst part of my life. I was living in a place I didn’t want to be in, I had no options to pursue my goals and I was hopeless. This was also when I was in the depths of Radical OCD (and largely the cause of it) and I was going out of my mind. Not a good time for me. It got better after a little while.

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Early twenties and in a self contained state of isolation while still recovering from the absolute betrayal and disillusionment from my teenage years and the world in general. My time was spent distracted with drawing, writing, listening to music through my headphones in the pitch black and studying whatever that interested me at any given moment. The internet was my only social interaction, save for my parents. I was also still my male self and battling with the fact that I really REALLY didn't want to be a boy and hated everything about my physical existence. It was also pretty much the start of my counter-attack against a world I felt had lied and manipulated me. The start where I would move to steal back what was stolen, along with what was promised yet denied. :catface:

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