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Saturday, December 3, 2011

Sixteen: A Saturday Centus

In Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus, we never know what we're gonna get. So I sit chewing chocolate date bars and give it a whirl. This week's challenge involves just 16 words. The assignment: an autobiographical piece about being sixteen. Yikes. Those weren't the days...Join us if you like and please visit the other offerings here. Enjoy, or survive, the season - whichever is your goal.
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I felt like an ugly misfit

But didn’t know why.

Now I do:

I was sixteen.

word count: 16

28 comments:

  1. ah, for some it's sweet 16 and for most it's gawky and awkward and filled with angst, no? Nicely done.

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  2. This is great work for what's actually a pretty awkward and tough challenge. Well done Robyn.

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  3. :(
    Youth is wasted on the young, for sure!!!!
    Hi Sweet Lady! Happy Saturday!
    I've missed you! I hope to get back on some sort of regular blogging schedule!
    Lots of love
    gi gi

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  4. I can't imagine anyone coming up with a better solution to this challenge. Nicely done!

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  5. Happy and unhappy at the same time, that is sixteen...sorry u felt out of place but look at you now....

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  6. Sixteen wasn't a cherished age for me, either. Nor seventeen, eighteen...

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  7. MsA, lol, I hear you.

    Rek, true. It's a mix of intense emotions.

    Stephen, aw, thanks so much!

    Gigi, I love and miss you.

    Yeamie, thanks. Take it from me, life gets better.

    Anita, absolutely. You said it. Thanks.

    xoRobyn

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  8. Why does the required word count for these things keep going down? Anyway, that was remarkably poignant for just 16 words.

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  9. Wow Robyn, excellent job in so few words and true to form in every 16 year old's vision of themselves !!!

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  10. Great one Robyn! And so true...
    It's funny how the tables have a way of turning as we grow up!

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  11. Isn't it a shame we suffered such angst for nothing?!?!

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  12. “Sweet sixteen and never been kissed…”
    (Michael T.’s slobbering efforts didn’t count.)
    Those were not my best years. ;)

    We weren’t misfits – we were unique!

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  13. Hindsight is 20/20, too bad we can't see any of that then.

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  14. Oh yeah...the angst of a teen aged girl. I can so relate!

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  15. Oh yes....that was a major 16 moment! Confidence does come with age...although now I'm feeling a bit like things are not working the way they used to :)

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  16. Robyn, Have you been in my head again? Nicely put.

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  17. thank you for your brilliant honesty. really well done!

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  18. Thanks, all. It's so nice being understood. Those teen years really stink/stunk. If only today's youth knew how much life changes in time and how those things that seem so monumental now won't matter at all down the road.

    xoRobyn

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  19. Brilliant Robyn.. and so very true..

    I sometimes think we had mirrored lives....


    ;)

    x

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  20. And you were not alone, judging from a number of these Centuses.

    Well said, Robyn!

    =)

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  21. Definitely not alone in those sentiments. Well constructed 16 words! Sue

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  22. I think that we both could've been living scenes straight out of Mean Girls at that age. Excellent job on the centus! As they say, "you've come a long way baby!"

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  23. I look at 16 year olds now and see so much more confidence and hope than there was when I was there. Would love to go back with the assurance I have now.

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  24. Most would identify with that. Nice write :)

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  25. I'm flattered that you wrote my biography for this SC!

    Sigh.

    Those were tough years!

    Hope your holidays continue to be filled with Merry and Bright!

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