At seventeen I was beginning the end of my high school years. I was thinking and dreaming and hoping. I was experiencing... seventeen.
I was making most of my own clothes.
I was wearing a size 7 1/2 shoe.
I was thinking I wanted to be prettier.
I was weighing in at barely 110 pounds.
I was learning darkroom photography.
I was taking Algebra and Bookkeeping (What was I thinking?).
I was strumming my guitar.
I was playing in a band.
I was taming my frizzy hair.
I was sleeping on humongous hair rollers.
I was dreaming of lasting love.
I was spending all my time with friends.
I was collecting signatures.
I was being nice to my brother and sister.
I was looking intently at my parents' faces.
I was longing to go to college.
I was driving my Mustang.
I was enjoying my life.
I was going to church, then...
I was drinking too much, then... I stopped cold turkey...just stopped.
I knew I was in trouble.
I was trying figure out who I was and who I would become.
I was trying to find out where I should go...what I should do.
Seventeen is a wonderful age.
Seventeen is a vulnerable age.
What were you doing at seventeen?