I was in my tenth grade of school the year I turned 16. It was my last year in my heaven (I changed my school in eleventh grade).
The sixteen-year old me was carefree, impulsive with short temper. Talkative!! My teachers were tired of complaining to my parents. I was a rebellious kid. I was enjoying life. Enjoying school which was is in a festive mood that year as we were celebrating its 50th anniversary.
The thing about me that I wish I could have changed was my short temper. The thing I wish hadn’t changed is my carefree nature.
I wish I could be sixteen again.
