Oh to be sixteen again. To be the "teenage dream" that Katy Perry describes in this song. Skin tight jeans, lolly pops, and naivete.
When I was sixteen, I locked myself in my room with my guitar and notebook and wrote Avril Lavigne like longing for what I thought was love type of songs. I know some sixteen year olds were more advanced than I was. Take for example that movie Thirteen with Evan Rachel Wood. She was thirteen, out running on Melrose, dropping E and playing the choking game. That's intense for an adult, let alone a thirteen year old.
So the teenage dream myth continues. My teenage sister, who is in the throes of teenage love, has become a serial dater. I am yet again left with the same question I asked when I was sixteen: What is the point of all of this?
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