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300 WORDS: My Number

10/13/2013

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Ian turned 13 today.

I remember being 13. 

I remember my mother forcing me to keep my unruly hair pulled into pigtails, my teeth half-way
through the purgatory of braces, my ears freshly pierced.   Catholic school uniforms,
meant to level the playing field, doing no such thing. 

I remember falling in love with a boy named Scott.  I remember sneaking out of Granny’s apartment
at midnight to meet him in the stairwell and spend the next two hours kissing and talking,
but mostly kissing.   I remember Scott introducing me to Supertramp and David Bowie. 
I still listen to them both.

I remember being told that when you fall in love at 13 it’s not really love.  I remember thinking
that was bullshit.  It pleases me now, at 50, to know I was right.

I remember trying out for cheerleading.  I remember that my number was “7.” 
I still have that number, the one that was pinned to my shorts, in case I ever forget my number, or
forget trying out for cheerleading.

I remember thinking I would probably need to be a writer when I grew up.  That I would have no choice.

I remember at 13, being simultaneously sad, happy, resentful and ridiculous.  I remember having no
idea of who I was or was supposed to be, but always suspecting that I would be fine, no matter what.  
 
 I remember realizing that I couldn’t trust my parents, that they didn’t have my back.  I remember
thinking, at 13, that I couldn’t wait to be 18. To be a grown-up. 

13 was sweet, and difficult; it was exciting and confusing.  It lasted forever, and it was over in a heartbeat.

Ian is 13 and I have his back, and I think he knows that. But his 13 is his 13….

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    I was born in Oswego, NY, 
    a very cold place from which 
    I fled in 1988.  I graduated from the University of North Carolina Greensboro with a 
    BA in English, and have 
    worked in marketing and communications in  North Carolina and Virginia. I have lived in Richmond, since 1996, and even though I am not from from here, I am home here.  

    "I had always wanted to be a writer, but was impeded by the belief that to be a writer one had to be extraordinary, and I knew I wasn't.   By the time I was ready to give up my academic career I had realized that while books are extraordinary, writers themselves are no more or less special than anyone else."     The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
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