20 years ago I was her.

Do you remember?

Full of hope, innocence and freedom. Carefree and fresh with the world laid out before you, as if your very own red carpet were inviting you to all of life’s adventures.

Falling in love for the first time. First kisses, first promises of forever: first heartbreaks.

Friends and experiences shape you. Independence taunts you, teetering on the edges of being a child, stretching in desperation for the growing up.

Like beautiful flowers, absorbing the golden sun rays, breathing in fresh summer breezes, jittery with the anticipation of what’s coming around each bend, each hour, each minute of each day.


15.

The beginning.

20 years ago I was her.

Do you remember?

Full of hope, innocence and freedom. Carefree and fresh with the world laid out before you, as if your very own red carpet were inviting you to all of life’s adventures.

Falling in love for the first time. First kisses, first promises of forever: first heartbreaks.

Friends and experiences shape you. Independence taunts you, teetering on the edges of being a child, stretching in desperation for the growing up.

Like beautiful flowers, absorbing the golden sun rays, breathing in fresh summer breezes, jittery with the anticipation of what’s coming around each bend, each hour, each minute of each day.


15.

The beginning.