Countdown- 8.

In 8 Days, I will be 18.

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First things first, I’m really bad at blogging when I say I will. So… “Countdown- 9” won’t be a thing. My apologies. However… This is Countdown- 8. Today, we focus on the 2010 me.

Who was I in twothousandten? Well, in this picture taken in July, I was 11. Oh man, 11 year old me. As you can see, I had a short bob like haircut, which I’m still not sure if it worked with my face or not. The clothes I wore were, well, the style of an 11-year-old. I wasn’t self-conscious about what I wore at all, and often times it didn’t match one bit. I wore a lot of colors, and I hated dresses. I always carried a small purse, but I’m not exactly sure what all I kept in it. Probably my camera; I loved photography.

I don’t remember a whole lot from being eleven or twelve. Looking back at myself makes me wonder how I would’ve done in Civil Air Patrol had I joined right at twelve. I was a shy, awkward child. I mean, I don’t know. I met Mitchel Musso that year, and it was so awesome. He was the first “pop star” I ever really liked, and my mom made it possible for 11 year-old me to meet him.

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No, this is not me in the picture. I took this when I was next in line to meet Mitchel.

He signed his album and a poster for me, and I still put it in my carry-on when we moved back to the Netherlands. No, I’m not as in love with Mitchel Musso as I was those days, but it’s still one of my favorite memories. I remember standing in line with my mom, anxious about how it would go and what he’d say and just… eleven-year-old anxieties. I was wearing a rainbow tie-dyed shirt with a glittery heart on the front, and sage green cargo/capri shorts. It was my favorite outfit back then, so of course I wore it to see Mitchel Musso. I’ve honestly stopped following what he’s up to these days.

What else was eleven-year-old me like? Well… I’m not sure. I was an eleven-year-old. I could say I was shy and awkward and weird, but really, who would’t say that about their younger selves? I don’t want to bash myself for who I was. I was happy, I enjoyed life, I wore what I wanted, I never really cared what people thought of me, and best of all… I was me.

These days I pretend I can match my clothes better (I really don’t think I can, but hey- pretending works) and I am a bit more social. I’m kind of glad the bob grew out of my hair as well. Having long hair is probably one of my favorite things.

Well guys, that’s it for my look at the past for today.

Always be yourself.

-E.

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