What Puberty Made Me Do

The Book!

This isn't a story about me being perfect and how I've grown up a better person, or how I'm now old when I'm writing this; I'm not old. In fact, I'm still a teenager! I've been on this earth for 16 years and I'm still not the best person I can be but to be honest, who cares? I fuckin don't!

I can't wait to make some mistakes and look back on them when I'm old and have a cringe attack in my little old granny chair, surrounded by my kids, grandkids and everybody else in my to-be-big-ass-family, stuffing my face with mince pies and gobbling tea down like an 80 year old boss. I'll be there, a plate that's sky high with goodies to fatten up my grandkids. I'll be there, swatting the hands of my now-fully-grown-children's hands away from that very same plate. I'll be there, and I'll be the best goddamn old lady out there on a weekday with my OAP gang rolling some balls. And by balls, I mean bowling balls because we will be at the bowling green playing the old people's game and we will be playing it all fucking wrong because who in their right mind would be looking at instructions, Rules and papers in -like- the year 2090? Not me, that's who! If anything, I'll be there googling the shit out of it on my Samsung Circle 3000 and then google maps my house because that's what we will be doing still.

Anyway, I've sort of gone off topic. This book is about me making mistakes and making them again and again. By the end of the book I will probably be making the same mistakes as I was making at the start of the book but who knows? I'm just here to tell you that once puberty hit me, it hit all my family and they ALL knew that this little piece of boss was awakening from her slumber and sometimes it was pretty but most of the time it was fucking ugly as shit. :)

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