At 12 I had dreams. But as I grew, reality set in, like finding out about Santa and the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy. I got betrayed, disillusioned, and got sceptical and cynical. But in spite of that, I AM livin' the dream! It's just not the same as the ones I had at 12...
For sure. No doubt. Hell yeah. Extremely.
yeah sure it would be disappointed :/
Surprised and wondering how I got there.
No, it would have given me a sense of direction and I would have been better. I made my own path, back then.
My twelve year old self would be disappointed on one hand, because I'm not yet a best selling author or an actress, but at the same time, she would also be amazed that I teach LATIN -- not that I teach, but that I know Latin.
I think so because when I was 12, I wanted to join the police academy.
My 12 year old self would be horrified and would probably commit suicide. I am a teacher and it has always been the last thing I ever wanted to do for a living.
she would be probably be amazed that i'm still alive
he would be amazed<br />
and wonder how it ever came to be
He would be amused.
At 12, I think I was too busy exploring my naughty parts and watching Bevis and Butthead to care
Oh, my Yes. Very disappointed indeed. I was going to be an astronaut/doctor/fireman. First man on Mars.
Surprised maybe but not disappointed.
no we;d still be the same
No when I was working (retired now) I think the 12 year old me would have enjoyed riding on my school bus.