With the constant agony that puberty has to offer, growing up seems to be the worst thing a human can experience. Well, you sure as hell hit the nail on the head. Other than the rapid change from voice cracks to a Barry White voice, there’s not much else that could be this embarrassing, right? Hate to break it to you, but this time you’re wrong. Yeah, growing so fast your torso doesn’t keep up with your legs sucks, and cracking your voice in front of all your already developed friends is worse, but there is an evil that exists in every pre teens life, and that is love.
Pre teen love, what a beautiful sight. Where do you go to observe such grace and beauty? Well, Hunt Valley might do the trick. Between Chipotle and the Regal Cinemas, I bet you can find quite the array of pre-teen angst. Hollister cologne riddles the air, even through the think stench of burritos and Wavedancer Surf Shop. Soccer moms drive their mini vans through the drop-off lines as hordes of kids pour out of the back, trying to hid the fact that their mom just dropped them off to see a movie with girls.
We’ve all been there. You act cool in front of your friends. You hit one of them to impress that girl you’ve always liked, and in my case, you win the hottest girl in your grade a teddy bear out of the claw machine.
Looking back, I can’t believe I dragged my mom into a Hollister to buy me ripped jeans. What the hell was I thinking? Now my mom would be lucky if I even went to the grocery store with her. All I can do now is walk into Chipotle, laugh at the kids eating burritos bigger than their faces, and get the hell out of Hunt Valley.
- Jake Sobczak
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