becoming a woman (part 1)

Growing up, it always seemed life would end with an happily ever after. Sing in the bathroom and never have to worry about a thing. Mehn!, life seemed so beautiful, so at peace, so free of worries, life seemed so beautiful...
Basically, not a thing to do, except having to score good grades, be obedient  and be graceful, but whew!, that was still quite some responsibility to be entrusted with. If only we knew what was to still be expected of us by society as a whole, if only.
Obviously not all of us had good grades, I don't know about you but I didn't, I couldn't just fathom me getting home, freshening up and carry my books to read, come on, life couldn't be so hard. So for quite the most part of my early years in school, I was mediocre, so to say.
Hmmmm, about being obedient, well... I partly was, trust me I tried my best to be obedient but there was this gangster feeling that came up every now and then and it got the most out of me.
Trying to be graceful, unfortunately got me into trouble a lot of times, as I remember me stealing from my sister's perfumes, in a bid to smell nice and enhance my then perception of graceful, and well... you should all guess, I was severely dealt with, not negatives all the way though since she finally bought me one after a long while.
Thinking about my very begining fascinates me, such state of naivety and innocence. Unknown to me I could have been better, wiser, more productive, and the list could go on. I can't change all that though, it's what molded me, it's what made me who I am today and although I wish for a better me, I appreciate who I am today.