At fourteen I looked around at life and asked myself is this it? I pondered this question for a few days, well a couple of hours, okay, okay maybe half an hour, and then I moved on. Hey I was fourteen, I had things of great import to focus on. Does it mean Evan likes me when he throws my school beret into a tree? I’ve got to have those shoes…just got to. My Dad has to let me go and see that band…or I’ll die. As I said, things of great import. I revisited the question when I was fifteen, then sixteen and seventeen. Is this really all there is? I didn’t dare ask anyone, what if they said yes…it would be too depressing. It seemed as though this was all there was, but I didn’t need to have it confirmed, thank you very much. And so I did…
