I think I was a ‘typical’ 14 year old growing up in the early noughties.
I never went through a rebellious stage, I got on with my parents, respectful, was doing well at school, good group of friends.
I had a Saturday job which meant I always had money to spend at the weekend.
We’d sometimes go to the cinema, or go into ‘big town’ on the Sunday, where we’d all meet for a McDonalds, then off to Superdrug to look at make up/spray impulse body spray.
More often then not, a lot of Fri/Sat eve was spent just hanging around the park or in an abandoned bus shelter, huddled up chatting, messing around, showing off to the boys we fancied, smoking a crafty cigarette, sometimes we’d club together enough to get a bottle of Caribbean Twist to share.
Occasionally, there would be a U18 disco somewhere, everyone would go. I still remember being excited that the boy I fancied at school was going. It was a big social event and me and my pals would spend days planning our outfits.
The discos were always such a good laugh. We pretty much just spent the night dancing, messing around and snogging boys.
Most weekends were pretty uneventful really and I think it was an innocent time, before mobiles and social media.
We never did drugs, most of us had only snogged boys, we didn’t cause any trouble, even though I’m sure to some passers-by’s, we were all walking asbos.
I look back at those years fondly.