I used to be one of those kids that cared so much about the first day of school.
Now, this morning, I opened my closet and just grabbed the first things I saw: a pair of brown capris and a stretchy T-shirt.
Years ago, I used to obsessively plan my first week wardrobe. I'd call friends and our conversations would last hours (of course, in the interest of full disclosure, we didn't just talk about clothes). I'd have the clothes laid out the night before school, and wake up a bit earlier (looking back, I'm annoyed at myself for sacrificing precious hours of sleep) just so my twenty-minute walk to school can ruin whatever "perfect image" I'd crafted.
Now, I don't even bother with earrings, let alone lip gloss, painstakingly combed hair with the part perfectly in the centre.
I can't exactly pinpoint the year this changed, but I suppose, as I got older, I just stopped caring about certain things. Or maybe I just never cared about them in the first place, bowing to the inevitable, insidious peer pressure.
Oh well, let's all have a moment of silence for my "lost" childhood.
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