Posted by
cheryl on Mar 10, 2011 in
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It really was a good year. I turned seventeen in the fall of my senior year. It was to be the year that I grew up in so many ways.
All these memories came flooding back to me, as I helped my daughter celebrate her seventeenth birthday this month. It doesn’t seem possible. On one hand, I cannot imagine the life I had before she was born. On the other hand, it seems so easy to find myself back into the head of my seventeen year old self, negotiating relationships, romance, and leaving home.
As my daughter and I wade through the issues of her seventeenth year, ...
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