Age 11 or 6th Grade
The summer before 6th grade, my family went on a trip to Hawaii. The trip was fairly normal - luaus, sight-seeing, Pearl Harbor, beautiful beaches, etc. The plane ride there was a different story. It was set to begin with one huge plane ride from Atlanta straight to Hawaii, but instead it began with a fuel leak, 2 hours of dumping fuel in the air as we circle the Atlanta airport & then landing again on a runway lined with ambulances & fire trucks. They had stopped all flights into or out of the Atlanta airport & lined the runway with emergency vehicles because they thought our plane was going to literally blow up when we touched down. Apparently planes are made to take off with lots of fuel, but they touch down empty or they blow up. Who knew??
In 6th grade, my parents moved me from a public school to a private Christian high school. I start having a lot more memories from this point on. I remember I had a huge crush on a boy with a major bowl haircut. I remember my friend Peter hit me in the head with his binder. I remember this was the year of the OJ Simpson debacle. I remember wearing plaid skirts with knee socks like Cher on Clueless. This is also the year I started my period. It's the first year I remember starting to get really self-conscious & aware of my awkwardness. It was when puberty started & when girls started really getting mean. I went to Washington, DC for the first time on a school trip. I absolutely loved the song I'll Be by Edwin McCain. I listened to it on my Walkman. It was all pretty fabulous.