They say that 'youth is wasted on the young' and now that I'm into my 41st year, I have to agree. I wish I'd appreciated my teenage years and not been in such a hurry to grow up. But that's an easy reflection to have all these years later.
I found this photograph of me in a big folder with my name on it, when I was sorting through my mums things after she died.
It's 1983, I was eleven, the same age as Biba is now. It was taken for the round of auditions I did for residential dance schools ahead of my senior school years. The auditions were scary and it turned out that we couldn't afford the fees despite my success.
My life path would had been so different if I'd spent those final school years training instead of being headstrong and breaking all the rules for the hell of it.
Parenting really isn't easy and I'm deeply regretful of my grumpy teenage attitude now that my mum is gone. I truly hope that my children have a safe passage to adulthood and that they reflect on their youth with love and happiness.
For The Gallery : Youth, do stop by some of the other posts on the link, even if it's just for the 80's perms. They are epic.
