make it beeg!

An recent informal survey leads me to believe that people have an age frozen in their minds as the golden-great favorite, the star of their highlight reel. It can have something to do with huge loves, first apartments, saving little lives, whatever. For the longest time, I thought 12 was pretty much my salad year for a lot of cutesy reasons: being so happy with ballet and dancing in big shows; funny, perfect best friend; Batman came out. On the way home from peach cobbler tonight, I remembered that when I was 12 I still really, really wanted George Michael to sneak into my room and take off my nightgown...

fell on 2004-09-20 at 11:20 p.m.

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