I look at this blog and I feel guilty. I really need to catch up on my scrapping for 2011 but today I am going to digress to the year 1987. It is the 80s and I am 13 years old. You all have those stories your mothers tell of your "terrible teen attitude," am I right? Well recently I found picture proof that the story my mom tells of my one teenage temper tantrum may not have been so outlandish.
Here is her story...."It was my 13th birthday and I had a friend spend the night the night before my party. We came up the stairs and I saw my cake and pulled my mother aside and told her I didn't like it. It was a baby cake." She said I was terribly rude and that that friend was "that type of girl" that said inappropriate things and was a bad influence.
That has been her story all these years and I have felt such remorse about being so disrespectful. Then the picture surfaces......really was I WRONG??? (Just asking) I do love my mom and I really did like teddy bears (secretly like every other tween). Ah memories!
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