Do you remember your year 11 formal?
September 20th 2007 02:05
As a parade of dressed up school kids board the bus slowly one at a time their costumes are all so different, vibrant and colourful but the passengers don’t seem to be very happy about it. Sure it took around ten minutes, that’s right ten minutes out of our trip to the city, for all of them to pay and get on the bus. But really even just their faces of excitement and anticipation are enough to entertain me. Really what’s ten minutes out of my day when I can still remembered the day I did the exact same thing. Once I was a pilot and I even built a plane and there was also the time I was Cameron Diaz in the Charlies Angels, that’s right the blonde one in super tight lycra jumpsuit!
It brings a smile of reminiscence to my face remembering all the good times we had at school formals. It was time to not be you. Act out in character and really do whatever you like.
I would hope that whatever age you may be you would remember your Year 11 or Year 12 formal for that matter.
Maybe if half of the passengers on the bus had remembered when they were the one wearing the pirate outfit or with a fully painted body then maybe they would not of got annoyed at their time being wasted and scrawled up their face. Maybe just maybe they can forget they are grown ups and bring their inner child to the surface. People rushing all the time, here and there. It makes me tired thinking about it. Aren’t these people tired too?
At each stop there seems to be more and more dressed up youngsters arriving and boarding the bus, until there seems to be constant chatter. Some girls walk on and care about the stares, being not yet at the confident level, while others seem to be oblivious to all but them. They look gorgeous don’t they? As long as they think they do that’s all that matters.
I feel old at 21!
So many years ago it seems but in the scheme of things it was only three years ago. What has changed from here and now? And why do I have to start to be an adult?
I’d rather be on that side then this. I’m sitting writing about it and not experiencing it. Such is life. Time to grow up and make decisions I don’t want to make.
The worst thing is a friend just called me to see where I am as we’re having dinner in the city and you know why I said I was late was because a whole bunch of formal kids bloody well arrived each stop and took soooo long!
Typical.
I just preached what I didn’t want to do but hey aren’t I just as much a part of the grown up world running on time and importance. Although I’m not going to be a kid again, the memories will always stay in my head and close to my heart.
Now I just have to get through this bus trip!
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