The life of me..

Age 0-2:

My birth. The moment that changed history.

Little chubby girl, not much to remember. Other than falling of the stairway and headed directly into the Christmas tree. Heads first. With the legs kicking out. Or so I'm told.

Made some lifetime friends.

Age 2 - 4:

My first parentless vacation. Walked around naked in my diapers all day, sipping water from my sippy cup. Uhuh. Good times.

Started the hardknock life of preschool: coloring, playing house and eating stale bread meant for the animals at the petting zoo.

Age 4 - 8:

My first pretend-wedding day: my first Holy Communion! BIG white dress(with a hoop in the hem), white shoes, lace-trimmed socks and of course a pretty little vail. Only things missing were the groom and my ring, but I'm sure to get them right at the actual wedding.

Having the best-ever kiddie party with a clown who painted my face like a princess.

Correction: who highlighted my princess-like accents. 

Got so pissed off at my stupid kindergarten classmate, that I yanked his hair. Why? Oh, just because he was using the yellow-crayon when I needed it. To finish my masterpiece of "The Witch". Now you still see where my tear burnt a hole in the paper. Because I got punished, I wasn't allowed to go and play outside. I was all alone with my yellow crayon...

Age - 8 - 12:

Were probably also awesome years. I just don't remember too much of them. 

Age 12 - 16:

High school. Yeah. No real need for elaboration. I was just your average skinny little, buck-teethed (thank Jesus for braces) girl with floppy clothes around her, like she had Anorexia. Which I did NOT have. Just a very speedy metabolism.

Had my very first boyfriend, make up and break up in this same time frame.

First experience with tequila ( thank you Sis). Can't say I didn't like it. Good remedy to get instant amnesia.

Age 16 - 18:

Community college. And puberty. Which I only suffered mildly from, no biggy.

Age 18 - 20:

6 months internship in the Caribbean. One word: AWESOMENESS!

University. Becoming an adult. Ugh...

Second boyfriend. 

Age 20 - 21:

Not much. Just passing classes, getting good grades, learning new languages and developing the awesome person that I am today.

Age 21 - 21:

Graduation of my Bachelor. Epic moment of course.

Birth of my niece. Another awesome moment.

Started in the real-life work of work 40 hrs a week and really living for the weekends.

Never would I realize how much I would miss my college years. Do like the pay though.

(Break up with boyfriend nr. 2. - Just a minor detail)

Living on my own for the very first time! Sheer awesomeness!

Started denying my real age.

No need to reveal my true age, it's not polite to ask a lady for her age! So don't!

Age 21 - and on:

Who knows what will happen?! Nobodoy knows. But I love everything that will happen! Already I have good stories my grandchildren! Now I only need to find the father of my children first...

Enough things to do to make my life even more epic. And (hopefully) enough time to do them!

So a little bucket list at age 21+:

- Win the lottery (and not the one where you win Ben & Jerry's pints)

- Go to the Maldives, or the Galapagos Islands

- Travel along Route 66

- Buy my own very first pair of Louboutins

- Go to Italy and eat a shitload of pasta

- Eat sushi in Tokyo
- Go to the largest library in the world!

- Becoming drunk, without the hangover the next day...

Just to name a few...

Most definitely to be continued..

Jazz.