Dear Jade,
Do you ever wish you could go back in time and tell your younger self something you know now? Like...
Age 6: Don’t pick your nose in the school play. Just because it’s not your line doesn’t mean no one can see you.
Age 7: Don’t be so sad that Ms. Maximitz yelled at you. She’s a bitch who hates her life.
Age 8: Don’t fart at your piano teacher’s house because she is an old British lady, and she will be appalled by your barbaric upbringing.
Age 9: Don’t watch the Sixth Sense. It will ruin your life.
Age 10: Don’t be upset about changing schools. It’ll be one of the best things that’s ever happened to you.
Age 11: Let mom put you in dance classes.
Age 12: Don’t wear make-up.
Age 13: Be nicer to people you don’t like. Also be nicer to mom.
Age 14: The pimples will go away.
Age 15: You will one day look back and grimace at those webcam photos. Do not put them on the internet.
Age 16: Avoid that ice puddle. You will have a devastating fall in the middle of downtown Ottawa and you won’t be able to move for five minutes.
Age 17: Appreciate your friends more. A year from now you won’t get to see them every day.
Age 18: Switch out of morning classes. They will make your life miserable.
Hopefully when I’m 40, this is what I would tell my 19-year-old self: Don’t worry. Everything will turn out just fine.
Love,
Cindy
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