Dear Diary, Throughout my teenage years I had a tendency to give my parents grief...maybe even before those years. However, now that I am an adult, I find that no matter how hard I resisted, my parent's loved me anyway. Mom and I had it the roughest. Dad once told me, with a chuckle, "one day you and your mother, will be very close and you will look back on these days and laugh." Well, dad was right. We may not have always looked back on those days fondly, but we did chuckle about them from time to time. I won't lie, I was the average teenager. the average rebel and the average offspring. I didn't do anything overly exciting with my teenage years like play sports, or be in the school play, though I did want to be, shyness overwhelmed me in that department, but I did become a writer then. I lost myself in fantasy world's and action stories, where I was the hero of the story, instead of being the hero of my life, but that role was taken....
We all have a voice that has something to say.