Dear Me 10 yrs old to 20 yrs old
Your first ten years were fun weren’t they? Now to knuckle down and get your exams done, trust me you need to study more. You leave school at 16 with not the worse grades but you could have done better. You’re a bit away with the fairies at times; consequently you don’t know what you want to do for a career. You did have you heart set on being a dog handler in the police force but a police man laughed at you when you mentioned it in one of the carers talks and being the shy type you take it to heart and decide to think of something else.
At 16 you move home again, this time just you. You move to a bedsit which funnily enough I can see from my window today. This first move is the first of many as you happily move from place to place in your quest to find somewhere you can call home.
Careers wise you decide to take up your mum’s love of sewing and start an YTS scheme. You have the knack and produce the most stunning wedding dresses later in your life.
When your turn 18 you will decide it’s time to find out about your birth parents. Don’t worry about it. You take it all in your stride and the search takes days and not the months or years you were warned it would.
In nerdy land there will be lots of things happening. Web browser is launched, word is created, windows 1 is launched and all this is good news for you. On a down side house prices by the time your 20 reach £70k.
My advice ? Don’t be too quick to trust others, namely men. Oh and that lovely slim body you have in your late teens, cherish it.