Dear Sadie,

Jun 26, 2008 23:40

Write a letter to yourself cutting your age back 10 years. Talk about your experiences, people you have met, and where you are trying to go. Post this to your journal to give your friends list a closer look at who you were and what you have learned on your life journey.

Dear Sadie,
Dude you are 6 years old. Oh man.

I'm sorry to tell you that you don't have the best memory and won't be able to remember all the little things you'll want to remember when your older. But you'll remember the most important ones. You are blessed with an amazing life, two parents who love you (and will continue loving you), a sister (and soon enough another), and so many people who care about you. You are in first grade living life as you please. You already have your best friends and as far you know, you'll always have them. You have Hillary, who've you known since preschool, the one you can tell anything to, the one that makes you laugh, your best friend. Maria, the crazy singing one who thinks she can curse even though she's only six because she's italian, the one you met through Hillary, your second closest friend. Casey, the one you punch in the stomach because you think she's trying to steal your best friend Hillary, the one who's shy and never does wrong, the one you become best friends with during middle school. And Angela, the one who lives down the street who you met in kindergarden, the one who fought with you over who went on the slip and slide first, the one to this day you can count on to always be the same when they are with you. These four are your life. You spend your days dancing with them, playing dress up, singing your little hearts out- hoping to be a band one day. Your new sister Tessa will be born this year and you'll think she's the cutest thing ever, besides yourself of course. Yes, you were a little self-centered, bitchy, and bratty back then, don't worry though... you don't realize it until your a little older. Be a little bit more careful on your birthday too, you'll end up falling off a chair in front of your entire class.

In second grade, you will continue living your fabulous life. You'll meet some new friends and become a quick favorite of your teacher who remembers you still, just like your first grade teacher... who your mom has had over for lunch. Third grade will mix things up for you, you don't have any of your best friends in your class. Instead you meet Emily, who you'll end up spending every recess with singing songs about dogs that you wrote yourselves, you'll also draw dog pictures and take requests for them by classmates. You'll also meet Christina, Kaila, Jenna, and a bunch of other girls. And some not so nice boys. When the guys tell you stick up your middle finger, don't do it Sadie- you'll save yourself from many timeouts spent in the corner. Fourth grade, you'll be back with your besties and convince yourself you are genius since your group won the entire United States in the game you played the spread across the year. You'll also be picked to go to a leadership conference, where later in life you'll back on and wish you were still that little leader. Fifth grade, will bring you some of the best days of your life. Your birthday party with a smiley face theme, playing basketball and football with the boys, getting in trouble for punching the boys during lunch, getting in trouble for kicking the boys during recess, getting in trouble for ripping one of the boys pants by tripping him (but then again, he walked through your game), becoming known as your class artist, getting sick for the first time you'd been in that school and having to give up your lead as a genie in the play about solar system, and just having so much fun with all your friends. You really had it all back then.

As you enter into sixth grade in a new school, you will shocked at all the people. You thought it was only you and your friends in existence... but now there's people cooler than you, there's people of different races and ethnicities- nothing like your little elementary school consisting mostly of white, catholic kids. But you'll somehow end up fitting in and with a go-getter attitude, you make more friends while stll being able to return to your core four, you become student of the quarter, and get all A+'s on your report card. You can't even believe how successful you are, all those late nights, and little issues with your friends you dealt with all become worth it. During these two next years of middle school though, you will fight like crazy with your core four.. and you'll stop seeing eachother as much. You will all start having other friends and other boyfriends and its hard to keep up. Casey is in every single one of your classes and sticks to you like glue. You become best friends, but half the time she will annoy the crap out of you. Your mom's will come up with a book club to try to keep you guys together because its rare to have group friends who all know eachother inside out and who's parents are good friends too. By the end of eighth grade though, you will barely talk to Maria... and Hillary will start drifting. And through everything, you'll lose yourself. You'll forget your morals and whats good and bad and spend some nights crying your eyes out, because you want everything to be like it used be even though it never will be. It'll take a while for you to figure yourself out. In this time though, you'll rekindle your friendship with Erin who will become one of your good friends, you'll meet Gillian, who will end up being one of your best friends, Emily, who end up being your best friend and become better friends with Sarah. You'll go to your first boy/girl party... and hate it. You'll go to Maria's birthday party, the worst party you will ever go to (you will never see so much crazyness, girls bitching and lying in your life), you'll go to the first and last school dances, you'll have the time of your life in Washington DC where I recomend not putting your hair up into a messy bun unless you want the nurse to cut the pony tail holder out in front of your entire bus.. you go girl with all these embarassing moments, and you'll won't be able to get out of the place and enter high school. You'll write a letter to yourself in one of your classes about all the things your were interested in and that will one day be sent you when you reach your senior year of high school. In that letter you'll write all about TV, yep you were pathetic. Your life will revovle around your tv schedule, no lie. You will collect DVD sets and spend enormous amounts of time on your laptop... but the time will never compare to the amount you spend on it during high school. Smallville will become your favorite show and yes, it does affect your life... some how. You'll also stop dancing this year, something you've done for 11 years... and it will break you. You always wanted to be something in the arts... and with dancing gone, you think you'll never make it.

And now will be in high school, great place huh? You will meet lots of people your freshmen year... and you're best friend will still be Casey. Yep. Both of you will share a love of spending your parents money, tv, and you'll even get her into fandom... something you got into during middle school starting off with the WB Message Boards aka your secret life back then. And like I said before, you have a bad memory and therefore, will not be able to remember so much about ninth grade beside things like: somewhere along the way, Emily will become your best friend, Gillian will become a really close friend, you'll pick up a newfound love- fanfiction which totally inspires you to write a bit yourself and discover your love for writing and music will become a huge part of your life. You will do basketball, something you'll look back on as lessons learned and not a regret... when you get into 10th grade, where I'm at right now you'll find yourself lost again. After finally finding your happy place in ninth grade and being so happy through most of tenth grade with your friends and track and parties and hang out, everything will fall apart. You'll question who you are, who you want to be, and who you are becoming. You'll continually say things like "I hate my life", have random breakdowns, and be kind of depressed... or so you will make your yourself, because you know you still have an amazing life, with all your new friends you met through track who mean so much and people like Christina who you met in third grade who suddenly becomes one of your best friends, and the times you will have with them being the spice girls on Halloween, eating at applebees with distance, having friends drive you around who really aren't allowed to drive you around, failing a test and looking over Emily knowing she did too, singing High School Musical songs into microphones with Casey, laughing and telling stories with Kathleen and Dana only to realize you look like total freaks, and recieveing random text messages, phone calls, and wall posts from friends just letting you know they love you. And you won't how long it'll take to find yourself again... because you're still living your life but you know somewhere down the line you'll see a glimpse of who you were and who you want to be, and bam, there you will be. But until then, you will be a drama creator in your life and spend countless hours online doing pointless shit, you will get yourself into ugly situtions and some good ones, and most of all, at the end of the day- you'll still know that so many people out there love you whether you realize or not and would do just about anything for you.

Love,
Sadie

PS: I know this didn't make sense but basically in a nutshell, you have an amazing life with few complications. You will make the complications worse then are and go through some hard times, you'll lose friends and gain some, you'll discover new things and find passion in things you never thought you would, and at the end of the day, even after those nights spent crying and punching your pillows, you will still be loved and one of the most luckiest girls in the world. Now if only you could figure out a way to have your own TV show.

personal, meme, letter to myself

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