Fourteen plus two!
Last Friday, I was looking at a list of birthdays on the kitchen wall at one of my relatives’ house. “I should put your birthday on there. When is it?” my uncle asked me, when he caught me looking at it.
“Next Thursday,” I told him.
“Oh really? How old are you turning? Thirteen? Fourteen?”
I gaped at him. “Are you being serious? I’m going to be sixteen! Do I really look fourteen to you?”
On Tuesday, I hadn’t quite gotten it out of my system. I asked a couple of my French classmates, “If you didn’t know I was in year 10 and I wasn’t wearing a senior uniform, what year do you think I’d be in?”
They looked at me for a bit and then said “Year eight or nine.” This answer was obviously not to my liking, so I began gaping rather unattractively again.
“It’s only because you’re cute and short and adorable!”
I’m still gaping.
# Amanda, 1 year, 4 months ago.
Awwww you’re still a bub to me! Happy birthday!
# Kat, 1 year, 4 months ago.
You’ll like that when you’re 50 and people mistake you for 30-40 somethin ;) Happy birthday! I already greeted you earlier, did you see it? :P
# Lils, 1 year, 4 months ago.
I agree with Kat, it’ll be good looking younger when your older :) Happy Birthday! x
# Belinda, 1 year, 4 months ago.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! WHOO!!
I’ve always been said I look younger than I look… also mainly because I’m quite small in size. Ah well, you get used to it!
# Josh, 1 year, 4 months ago.
I know how you feel. People always mistake me for being younger than I am. It’s a tough life, it is. :(
Happy birthday!
# Laur, 1 year, 4 months ago.
Up until age 21, everyone wants to look older than they are. Once the early twenties settle in, though, it seems like everyone already wants to be younger again. Soon enough you’ll those comments!
# Amber, 1 year, 4 months ago.
Don’t worry Tracey! It happens to all of us. ;)
# Malin, 1 year, 4 months ago.
Happy birthday! :D
# Kycoo, 1 year, 4 months ago.
Happy birthday! Use your cuteness, shortness, and adorableness to your advantage! :D
# Ruth, 1 year, 4 months ago.
Happy birthday Tracey!! Sweet sixteen - enjoy it while it lasts! ^_^
# marilyn, 1 year, 4 months ago.
Happy Birthday!! haha, I get the same thing…everyone thinks I’m 16 and cute thing…and it doesn’t help that my mom always rounds up when she tells people how old I am. :P anyway, hope you enjoy your 16th!!
# Boris, 1 year, 4 months ago.
Awww, “bi bi loue” :D I reckon you look fifteen, but that’s probably because I know you too well. You look 13 on the inside though.
# Jennifer, 1 year, 4 months ago.
Ahh! Just think about it. When you’re 30, you’ll look like you’re in your 20s! :)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
# Jane, 1 year, 4 months ago.
You will be flattered by those sort of compliments in 50 years time.
# Rebecca, 1 year, 4 months ago.
I’m 18 and I get told I look like I’m about 14.. but meh, you learn to live with it. And one day when you’re old and you still look a lot younger, you’ll really appreciate it.
# Robbie, 1 year, 4 months ago.
Don’t worry about things like that, you’ll be glad when you’re like 60, and you’ll ask around how young you look :P.
Joke aside, seriously that’s nothing to worry about, 16 is a great number, you’ll miss it after your 21’s.
# experiment-fatso, 1 year, 2 months ago.
i know i shouldn’t be laughing… but i still am anyway. half the reason i’m laughing is because i know exactly how you feel. except it’s more often that people think i’m a mother. (yeah, that’s right. go ahead and laugh. *holds a spork to your throat*)
first time i was mistakenly called a mother was when i was in year 3, waiting in the shopping centre with my sister. some random old lady walked by and gushed “aww! isn’t your daughter so adorable? soo cute! you have a very pretty daughter m’am”. all i could do in response was gape and stammer… “w-wha?”
That was just the first of many similar occurrences. *sigh* =_= Another memorable one was when i had just finished year 5 or starting year 6 and hanging out at the toys section in, if i remember correctly, ‘Big W’ or ‘Toys R Us’ or some place similar. i think me and my brother were either shooting basketballs in hoops or attempting to skateboard (and failing miserably). (note: that it was pretty foolish and possibly inconsiderate of me to be doing that in the first place.) Then a middle-aged woman walked by, scaring me out of my wits. my expression of guiltiness and shock quickly transformed into confusion and horror when she said “aww! it must be fun playing with you son!” and then carried on with her shopping smiling. o_O
*cries in self pity* :cry: and only last week my sister’s class mate (in year 5) asked me if i was her mother. another one asked if i was in year 7 since i didn’t look very old and i was “terribly short for a 10th grader”.
dear god, my comments are mighty long, aren’t they? i would share a few more stories but i think i’ll stop before my tummy grumbles any louder…