What would twelve-year-old you think of you today?
Last week, I wondered aloud on the blog just how much of our twelve-year-old selves make it to adulthood.
I think it’s time for a little fun. So I’m asking you: how much of twelve-year-old you is still around today?
When I Was Twelve…
I was: skinny and quiet. I was known for being smart (or just smart sounding), but not at all athletic. I was also not known for being a snappy dresser. Also, for knowing about a lot of stuff, I was pretty inept at doing anything…except for school projects.
I liked: science. But I also liked games and puzzles. But not so much math…unless math involved shapes. I played with lots of “science-y” toys, like robots with motors and gears. And I’d go get dirty in the creek with friends, but it was to look for fossils. I liked to think of myself as more grown-up than I was, which made me look annoyingly precocious.
I wanted: to blast a rocket into space. I didn’t want to be on the rocket. I wanted to be at the space center to push the button. That’s what I thought I’d do as an adult.
Now That I’m Not Twelve…
I’m still pretty wiry. But my wife is the quiet one. I learned how to be loud…sometimes. I never got to be any good at a sport, but some people seem to still assume I’m brainy, even though I try to not put off that nerd vibe. I just can’t shake it…maybe if I didn’t use words like “precocious.” I developed my art skills, but I still love puzzles and games. I also learned how to do a few manly things. Also, it turns out that you have to know a bunch of math to push buttons that blast rockets into space, so that didn’t pan out, which you may have guessed. I’m pretty sure I’d punch twelve-year-old me in the face.
Okay, you’re turn! Tell us who you were when you were twelve in three questions: I was, I liked, I wanted. Tell us if any of twelve-year-old you is still alive today.