Anecdotes About Growing Up

By Sharon Anatole, Jinny Lee, Vivian Liao, and Stella Nico

Photo by Jinny


Dear Diary,

I do not know you-
For I have changed.

In the brook behind my yard,
Where I once laid
Floating, sublime moments
I thought I had reached my nirvana.

Until the yard flooded,
My ankles deep in the mossy swamp
Catastrophic self image,
I once laid in love
Now I’ve made a bed of guilt.

Change is like weeds,
Gripping to tear us down
But it’s natural-
Something we must accept, so I’m told.

It’s difficult for me
To look at old images,
For I am indistinguishable now.
But I am the same bones,
I am the same blood
I was ages ago.

My heart is soaked in passion,
My eyes sparkle more
For-
Perhaps
I’ve changed for the better,
I just cannot see as well.

- Stella Nico


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I remember a point in my life when I had been constantly nostalgic about my childhood. I think it was then when I realized I should move forward into the reality of no longer being a kid who was naive and free of responsibilities. It was in that liminal period where I found myself looking through old photographs, knowing that the ever-changing, fast-paced dialogue of life will never slow down. It invites us to another colloquy, a new conversation; the next impromptu act in the screenplay of existence.
(v.l)

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Art by Vivian
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Photos by Sharon

The cliche of never wanting to grow up was one that encompassed my childhood. The thought of growing up frightened me. These Polaroids of friends and I really capture that child like essence I was so adamant to keep alive: the silly sunglasses, the girly outfits, the teethy smiles. They all preserved the magic of being young. Regardless of the fact we were all teens at the time, the I-don’t-care’s and whatever's never felt more real, and I felt like I could be young forever.

- Sharon Anatole






Photos by Jinny

Since childhood, I would (quite frequently) go on elaborate backyard forest adventures with my friends until, for the long period of time that I was a pre-teen, I neglected the nature around me. Now that I'm coming closer to the peak of my teenage years, I'm starting to find solace in the feeling of nostalgia I get from adventuring, and coming home and reflecting upon them. It's no longer the fields behind my house, but a mixture of childhood nature walks and some traditional teen rebellion.

- Jinny Lee







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