Teenage years, you were not always kind,
Puberty, pimples, boys and gossip were always on my mind.
The transition to high school is quite a big one,
Getting picked on by the big kids was not awfully fun.
Every day I got teased for being a spock or ranga or for having hairy legs,
Then on weekends I’d spend half the morning in bed.
When I was 16 I went to New Zealand on exchange,
Found a passion for travel, even though they talk strange.
Finally came the years of being a white shirter,
Just a little bit taller and a little bit wiser.
We’d go for family holidays,
Here, there and everywhere… all expenses paid.
These were the times of heavy metal music and eyeliner,
Thankfully now I’m a little smarter.
Then the stress of the HSC,
Why were you so cruel to me?
Study, study, study,
With the occasional 18th birthday party.
Finally, I was free of all the quotes, numbers and exams,
Now I had my big trip overseas to plan.
It wasn’t before long I was on a plane headed to London,
A place I would call my first home, where I always craved the sun.
A year traveling around Europe and chasing my dreams,
Feels like a lifetime ago, or so it seems.
Then I was off to university,
To further my education and my life, socially.
Which brings me to today,
The eve of my 20th birthday.
No longer a teenager, well maybe a bit at heart,
So is this when womanhood starts?
I guess I’ll have to wait and see,
But for now and for the next decade, I am young and free.