Started watching Thirteen last night. We usually watch movies in bits and pieces - which is why Netflix is our saving grace....
In a way, I identify with Tracy, the good girl that gets wrapped up in the wrong crowd. A lot of us probably can.
My "rebellion" was on a much smaller scale - but it was enough to worry Mom. I was always the bookworm, good-girl type so little things like not coming straight home were a big deal.
Was it a yearning to be popular? To be the admired one? To rebel? Not really. I think I was afraid of my potential, my experience being limited by my grades, my non-sports bent, my country location. Starting Senior year of HS, I've seen myself pushing at those bounds. As the years go by I force myself out of my shell a bit more - but also more wisely (I guess we're all a bit lacking on the judgement side in HS).
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I assume you are referring to the sail boat incident? (mom)
With regret, yes.... Sorry about that and the rest...
I nearly passed out watching the tongue piercing scene in that movies. Holly Hunter was amazing in that movie.
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