Today, celebrate three songs that are significant to you. For your twist, write for fifteen minutes without stopping — and build a writing habit.
My first song is ‘Hurt’ by Johnny Cash. This song represents the really rough period I went through last year. While I was struggling with my emotions, trying to express them and just trying to get through every day, this song would remind me of my brother. It would make me forget all of the anger and pain that he caused, and I would just miss him. I would remember the way he used to play it on his guitar in his room, not realising that I was listening. Because of everything that has happened, it is still hard to listen to without feeling upset.
‘Iris’ by The Goo Goo Dolls is just one of those songs that you can never get tired of. It reminds me of so many things; of my childhood, of the long car journeys to my dad’s house, of the struggles of secondary school and trying to work out who I am. If I could sing really well, I would just belt it out because it has so much feeling to it.
And then, there is ‘Love Story’ by Taylor Swift. This means a lot to me because it reminds me of the first stages of growing up, from when I was eleven and every day I would sit in my room and listen to Taylor. It helped me when I was bullied, because she was so easy to relate to and sings like ‘The Best Day’ proved that eventually things would get better. It was her first massive hit in the UK and ever since then, I have always loved her and her music.
In a reversal of Big, the Tom Hanks classic from the 80s, your adult self is suddenly locked in the body of a 12-year-old kid. How do you survive your first day back in school?
It says ‘adult self’, but I can’t really say I’m an adult yet. Young adult, maybe, but I’m not finished growing up just yet. Still, it feels like lifetimes ago when I look back at my twelve year old self-even though it was only four years ago!
I would survive my first day back in school by just enjoying it! Now I look back and think about the amount of time I spent worrying about stupid little things (which I still do from time to time), I can see that it was all a waste of time, because everything turned out fine. I would walk straight past the bullies and nasty kids, not even wasting a glance on them.
A couple of changes to appearance I would make would to definitely dress like a GIRL! When I was twelve, even though my clothes out of school were okay, I seemed to pick the most hideous, unflattering items for my school uniform. Part of the reason was being too lanky to fit into regular sized clothes properly, but I also didn’t seem to bother with trying to look nice. I remember in my second year of secondary school, I just gave up completely and went from carrying a handbag to a rucksack and stopped doing much of anything to my hair (except washing!). I thought that whatever I wore or did, I would still get bullied, and it was true to an extent. So, on my first day as a ‘reborn’ twelve year old, I would wear something I feel comfortable in and that actually fits me!
Then, after getting over the whole ‘being twelve again’ thing and appearance and bullies, I would just enjoy it. Not having to stress about anything like exams or money. A whole life ahead of me, waiting for opportunity to strike…