Daily Prompt Only Sixteen Tell us all about the person you were when you were sixteen. If you haven’t yet hit sixteen, tell us about the person you want to be at sixteen.
Like Christmas, turning 16 was a disappointment. I’d been told a lot of things would happen when I turned 16, but they didn’t, like I could date. Somehow I thought that meant someone (and of course there was a “someone” in my mind, anyway) would call me IMMEDIATELY. He didn’t. That was pretty much what being 16 was like, like being 15 or 17 or any other age. Of course, I got my drivers license and that was good. Once that happened my mother seldom ever rode in the car with me driving. Going through the learner’s permit ordeal must have been hell for her.
For some girls turning 16 was a big event, but perhaps their families had nothing more complicated going on. One of my friends got a pink Mustang. Another had a “Sweet Sixteen” party. I had a simple family dinner and the birthday cake was angelfood with caramel icing — neither of which I liked.
The point is, it didn’t matter that much. More pressing were the trips to Penrose Hospital where my dad was undergoing his first ACTH treatment and, you know, they did help for a while. At that time he wrote some poetry, too, and he asked me to type the poems for him. He could still write when I was 16, but within a year and half he would lose that ability. I typed his poems (they are not good poetry) sitting on my bedroom floor with the Royal portable set up on its case.