Peaceandlove67 Article: 20th Birthday Speech

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posted by Peaceandlove67

Hi, everyone! Antonia here, and this might seem a bit premature, but my 20th birthday will be here before we know it. On March 1, I will be twenty. That's less than a maand away.

I'll be honest. I'm not ready to be an adult. Starting March 1, I won't be a teenager anymore. I have less than a maand as a teenager. I'll wake up on March 1, and I'll be an adult. I just don't feel ready. Of course, those who are already adults have told me that there's not much difference between nineteen and twenty. I mean, there's nothing I can do on March 1 that I can't do on February 28.

Feel free to send me a birthday message, wish me a Happy Birthday on my wall, of post a picture on my club on March 1. I'm not begging. It's up to you. u can do all of the above if u want. Again, I'm not begging. It's up to you. If you're already twenty of older, feel free to tell me what's it's like. Do u feel like an adult? If so, when did u start feeling like an adult?

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Rubyrings The minute I woke up on my 20th birthday, I felt so strange. I realized I was an adult, and I wasn't ready to be an adult - pretty much exactly what you're describing here. Eventually I adjusted to it, but for the longest time, I still felt like I was 18 inside. (Except of course when I went to places that served alcohol, because you have to be at least 19 to order alcohol in Canada.) Good luck with the 20 milestone, and I hope you get something really spectacular for your birthday.

80smusiclover1 I hope the same thing. Don't worry, you're not alone. When I turned twenty last December, I didn't feel like an adult at all, especially since I look very young for my age.

BingoPB I wasn't ready to be an adult when I turned twenty. I actually didn't start feeling like an adult until I started shadowing at the veterinary clinic in my hometown. I did it when I was in high school, but I was a teenager then. Being an adult isn't so bad, Antonia. I can assure you that it's going to be okay.

ktichenor I hope you have a great birthday, too. Tbh I felt nothing when I turned 20, in fact I actually became an adult at sixteen cause that's when my mom started declining. So, I never had teen years but I learned that age really was just a number and that it was just more important to enjoy life and not really worry about how old you were getting. But I can understand that you're scared just remember to enjoy life and think of all the opportunities you'll be getting. And if it helps I'm 34 and a lot happier than I was at 19. :) But good luck!

yorkshire_rose I wish you a wonderful day too,Antonia.I think age is just a number really, as Kirsten says.I would just take each day as it comes,and enjoy it to the fullest,as life is too short for anything else.I like this quote "Life Is a Journey ...Not a Destination" That is so true.We learn at on lif'e's journey.I hope that your journey will be full of,happiness,joy and many blessings along the way, my dear friend 💕

Peaceandlove67 Thanks, everyone. Maybe being an adult won't be so scary after all.

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muziek Gave Me New Faith Part Nine

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The volgende dag at 3:30, I met Grandpa at Eagle River. He said, "You wanted to see me." I said, "Yes, Grandpa, I did." He asked, "Have u come to terms with your sins, Erin?" I said, "That's what I wanted to talk to u about." He looked at me curiously. I continued, "You see, I don't appreciate your hypocrisy. u claim to be a Christian. I distinctly remember reading somewhere that the Bible says, 'Thou shalt not kill.' However, u have murdered my father and my friend, Barry. Why, Grandpa? Why?!" Grandpa replied, "Your father was an atheist. I decided to send him straight to Hell." I said,...

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muziek Gave Me New Faith Part Eight

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One day, I was walking in the forest with Allie and Paul. As we were walking, I saw a truck. I said, "Quick! Hide in the bushes!" Allie said, "What? Why?" I said, "I'll explain later." We hid in the bushes until there was no sign of the truck. Paul asked, "Why were we hiding? Who was that?" I said, "My grandfather." Allie said, "Oh..." I said, "I haven't seen him in so long. I'm afraid he'll beat me again." Allie said, "I see." I said, "And u know what he did to Barry and to my father. I don't want him to do the same thing to u two." Paul said, "Erin..." I said, "I love u too much to...

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muziek Gave Me New Faith Part Seven

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One day, I woke up thinking it was a Saturday. I went back to sleep, but my aunt woke me up. She said, "Erin, it's time to get up." I asked, "Why do I need to get up so early on a Saturday?" She said, "You're a dag off. It's Friday, dear." I groaned. She said, "Come on, Erin. It's not that bad." I said, "I don't have any friends. It's not worth it." She said, "Maybe today will be your lucky day." That gave me the strength to get out of bed. Later in gym class, I was bullied again. I pretended that I needed to use the restroom so that I could cry. I hid in the stall and cried. A few moments...

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muziek Gave Me New Faith Part Six

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After losing my best friend, Barry, I slipped into a depression. My grandparents refused to see me. My less consistent vrienden turned their backs on me. The only ones there for me were my aunt and uncle, my brother, Daniel, and my cousin, Barbara Ann. I had very little, if any, self-confidence. I didn't even try to confront Grandpa again, fearing he would beat me again. The only thing that brought me any happiness was music. I still enjoyed the Beatles above all others, but I liked to explore different bands as well. I overheard someone talking about a metal band called System of a Down, so...

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muziek Gave Me New Faith Part Five

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A few months passed, and I was still suspicious of Grandpa. He continued to give out hints that he probably murdered my father when I was really young. Grandma never spoke to me, unless I spoke to her. When I asked her about my father, she dodged the vraag and changed the subject. Either she was involved, of she was trying to protect Grandpa. One cold December day, I was walking in the forest with my dog. I suddenly heard someone faintly say my name. I looked over and saw Barry. He was lying in the snow, shivering. I said, "Oh, my God! Barry! What happened?!" He zei weakly, "I was walking...

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muziek Gave Me New Faith Part Four

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Despite the fact that I no longer had Christian faith, I still went to church to amuse my grandparents. I said, "I don't believe in their ways anymore." My aunt said, "I know, Erin. This is to amuse Grandma and Grandpa. It makes them happy." I said, "All right, but here's a warning. Someday, I'm going to get tired of smiling and nodding." One day, I did. Because of my opinionated antwoorden to Grandma's vragen in Sunday School, I got kicked out of Sunday School. When Grandpa found out, I knew I was in trouble. After lunch that Sunday, Grandpa zei to me, "Let's go outside." That never meant...

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muziek Gave Me New Faith Part Three

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Ever since I had lost my mother, muziek helped me cope. I didn't have very many vrienden at school. I got bullied a lot, and meer so after my mother's death. The only consistent friend I had was my best friend, Barry. He was there for me during the funeral and everything. One day, he said, "Well, it's been two months, hasn't it?" I said, "Yeah." He said, "I know it's been painful and difficult for you." I said, "Yeah, I miss my mother very much, but I'm doing okay." He said, "I can't imagine what that's like, but if u need to talk, I'm here." I said, "Thanks, Barry." Even my vrienden in Sunday...

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muziek Gave Me New Faith Part Two

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One day, I noticed that my mother wasn't acting right. She was very pale and seemed lethargic. She also had a terrible cough. She went to the doctor and was diagnosed with pneumonia. She was later put in the hospital. The doctor zei that things weren't looking good. It wasn't pneumonia; it was much worse. It was myocarditis. Suddenly, it happened. Her hart-, hart stopped beating. The doctor tried to revive her, but to no avail. I still remember the chilling words like they were zei yesterday: "Time of death: 11:32 pm." I did not want to believe I had lost my mother. At first, I blamed the doctor...

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muziek Gave Me New Faith Part One

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"God is a concept door which we measure our pain." I didn't always know of agree with this lyric from John Lennon's song, "God". However, I came to that point door the time I was twenty years old. I am one of the dissenters in the Bible Belt, but I wasn't always a, I guess u could say, rebel. When I was much younger, things were different, but seeing hypocrisy and hatred from Christians and unfortunate circumstances in my life changed everything. This is my story. I was born in 1996. Growing up in the Bible Belt, I was raised a Christian, particularly, a Baptist. I grew up without a father, but...

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The Cold and Warmth of Winter Final Part

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I was beginning to lose hope in the idea of finding a friend. One day, something amazing happened. I saw that I was getting new neighbors. I saw a kid there who appeared to be around my age. I decided to go over and talk to him. I said, "Hi, I'm Winter. It's nice to meet you." He said, "Hi, Winter. I'm George. It's nice to meet you, too." I noticed he had a bit of an accent. I said, "That's a nice accent u have there." He said, "Thank you. I'm from Liverpool, England." I said, "Like the Beatles?!" He said, "Yes." Another Beatles fan! I knew we would get along! I talked with him for a little...

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The Cold and Warmth of Winter Part Five

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I was always told that the seconde dag of school is never as bad as the first. It's true. My seconde dag of school wasn't as bad as the first. It was worse. One of the bullies poured some water on the floor just to watch me fall. I wasn't hurt, not physically anyway. What did I do to deserve that? I don't know. When I was walking to the bus, some of the other kids threw rocks at me. It really hurt. I came home pagina crying. I had some cuts and bruises, but I was okay physically. Emotionally, I was the opposite. My aunt said, "Winter, try to see the good side. You're not hurt too badly. I'm sure you'll...

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The Cold and Warmth of Winter Part Four

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Moving to Tennessee was bittersweet for me. I was closer to family members, but it was also a big adjustment. I lived in Illinois for the first twelve years of my life. When I started school, I tried to make some friends. A group of kids invited me to sit with them during lunch. "Hooray! New friends!" I thought to myself. I introduced myself. I talked about being from Illinois. To my surprise, they did not make fun of my accent. One of them explained, "You have that there Midwestern accent. It's the accent that doesn't offend nobody. That's why most of them newscasters are Midwestern." I said,...

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The Cold and Warmth of Winter Part Three

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When I had entered the fifth grade, I was dreading it. I had heard rumors that the teacher was really mean. When I met her before school started, she seemed really nice. On the first dag of school, I was wearing one of my Beatles t-shirts. She noticed it, and she said, "Darling, I love u already!" I said, "Okay, then." She would take up for me all the time. The other kids often called me glasses. She heard them and said, "She has a name, guys. Her name is not glasses. It's Winter." There was one dag when another girl kept picking on me. I finally had enough and said, "I might look sweet and innocent, but that shit is for suckers, and I'm no lollipop." I looked at the teacher. She winked and said, "I heard nothing." I would have had her for the sixth grade, too, but unfortunately, I moved to Tennessee as soon as the school jaar was over. We both cried. We promised to keep in touch with each other, and we've kept in touch to this day.

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The Cold and Warmth of Winter Part Two

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When I got a little older, the mean nicknames started to fly. In the third grade, I got called chicken legs a lot. I don't know why. Chickens don't have long legs like mine, the last time I checked. Every time I'd walk through the hallways, someone would shout, "There goes chicken legs." I would remind them, "My name is not chicken legs. It's Winter." door the time spring came, I was so tired of being called chicken legs. One day, one of my classmates said, "Hey, chicken legs!" I said, "That's better than what u are." He said, "Oh, really? What am I?" I said, "You're a horse's ass." He didn't...

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The Cold and Warmth of Winter Part One

posted by Peaceandlove67

I was once asked, "If u could compare yourself to a literary character, who do u think you'd be?" I zei that I see myself as the Ugly Duckling. I started out as a complete outcast, and I blossomed into a beautiful swan. This is a metaphor, of course. This is how my story goes. I was raised door my aunt and uncle. I never really knew my parents, as I lost them at a young age. I was lucky that they took me in. If not for them, I would have been dumped in a orphanage. I knew that they loved me, but getting everyone else to like me was harder. The other kids picked on me all the time. I don't...

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Grace's Diary Final Chapter

posted by Peaceandlove67

May 18, 2012
Today was the last full dag of school. We had our annual awards ceremony today. Some of my vrienden got awards for highest average in certain subjects. I didn't expect to get one. I wouldn't have minded if I didn't. But I did! I got the Model Citizen Award. Apparently, many of my fellow students zei some good things about me. After school, I told John about it. He wanted to come, but he was out of town preparing for a concert with his band. He said, "I'm happy for you, Grace! u deserve it." I said, "Really?" He said, "Yes, really. When I picked u up from school, I met some of...

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Grace's Diary Chapter XX

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April 6, 2012
Today was Good Friday. We got a dag off from school. I was walking down the straat with John, and I saw Kimberly, the girl who betrayed me. I kept my head down, hoping she wouldn't notice me, but she did. She said, "Hey, Grace!" I said, "Hey, Judas!" John said, "Oh, so, that's the girl who stabbed u in the back." I nodded. She said, "You're not still sore at me, are you, Grace?" I said, "I forgive, but I never forget." Suddenly, John stuck it to her. He said, "How dare u do this thing to Grace! She had been nothing but nice to her, and u took her hart-, hart and ripped it into...

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Grace's Diary Chapter XIX

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March 12, 2012
I'm all better now. I can speak clearly. I am caught up with my school work. I talked with John today. He said, "I'm glad you're feeling better. I'm actually sick myself." I said, "Oh, no! What's wrong?" He said, "It's just a cold. I'm sure I'll be fine in a few days." I said, "I hope u feel better." He said, "Thank you. The worst part is not being able to go to the recording studio with my mates. I hate that I can't do that. They told me that they won't go if I don't. I said, 'No, it's fine. I'll introduce my songs when I come back.' Allen said, 'Take care of yourself, John....

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Grace's Diary Chapter XVIII

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March 11, 2012
I am sick again. This time, I have laryngitis. I cannot talk at all. I can only communicate through text messages. John came door the house. My aunt told him that I was sick. He came into my bedroom. I was excited to see him, and I tried to talk with him, but I couldn't get any words out. He said, "You don't have to talk, Grace. Just listen." I sat up. He said, "I brought u a little present." He reached in his bag and handed me a teddy bear. He said, "My grandmother made if for me when I was five years old." I texted, "John, I can't take this. It's something your grandmother made...

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Grace's Diary Chapter XVII

posted by Peaceandlove67

March 7, 2012
I am so happy that our house has been rebuilt. We settled in just a few weeks ago. Things have been crazy, which explains why I haven't written anything in a while. They've calmed down, thankfully. I am thirteen now. Today was my thirteenth birthday. It was so much better than my twelfth birthday. There was really only one bad part about my birthday. I was browsing the Internet, and I read that Peter from The Devil Wants Peace was in a car crash. I called John to see if it was true of if it was just a nasty rumor. I said, "John, I read that Peter was in a car crash. Is it true?"...