When I was 11, I obsessively overtook chat rooms asking stupid questions. I still have transcripts of those times somewhere in my room in California. But when I looked them more than 7 years later, I was apalled at how immature I was. But that\\’s always what happens when you look back.<\/p>\n
Back then though, many people I met online thought I was older. I remember thirty-somethings finding my writing fascinating. I said so many strange things. I lacked social skills when I was that age and thus saw the world in a totally unique perspective. I made any single sentence into a work of fiction. One person described it as lyrical and melodious.<\/p>\n
Then I got old and became what they call \\”normal\\”. The point why I bring it up is that…through this Xanga experience, I have come across some 11 year olds, 12 years old, 13 year olds…and it\\’s amazing to see them being so precocious. They are ten years younger and it almost seems like they\\’re seeing the world through my 11 year old eyes. I admit that I am slightly envious that they could claim innocence and people can believe it. That they have untainted, naive minds. They aren\\’t afraid because how could they be afraid of something they don\\’t know. I miss all of that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When I was 11, I obsessively overtook chat rooms asking stupid questions. I still have transcripts of those times somewhere in my room in California. But when I looked them more than 7 years later, I was apalled at how … Continue reading