Off the back of yesterday's post about what I did in my teenage summers, one thing I've often thought about, but never actually shared with anyone, was my summer friends. Or rather my relationship with them.
I mentioned yesterday that a friend of mine gave me a head's up that VS was actually interested in me, romantically. That prompted me to raise a couple of points about my summer friends: firstly, the age range of people I hung around with was quite wide as a teenager. D is a couple of years older than me, for example, and he wasn't the eldest guy I hung around with. That's not a big thing now, but it was when I was 13. I also had a few pals who were a few years younger and we all hung around in the same group.
The vibe was completely different from my hometown friends. There was less pressure to conform. You could be yourself without judgement.
So while I was clueless about life, and completely uncertain in my own skin, when it looked like VS was romantically interested, I had both advice and encouragement to make the move. I don't know that I would have had the backup or the courage to do that in my hometown.
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