I remember when I was little I was very… well… opinionated.
Here are some opinions of the 7 or 8 year old Stef:
People who take drugs are dumb.
Dealers should be put into prison and never let out again
I wount have sex ever… and if I should - definitely not before I am 18.
I want to move to the USA before I turn 19.
If I should ever be able to travel through time and meet the kid that was me… she would soooo hate me.
I broke all her rules. I am a pothead, my boyfriend deals a bit sometimes, I had sex before I turned 18 and I am not moving to the USA. As things are now it seems like I am moving to England though. So she might be content with that. (7 year old Stef I mean).
Do you think if you met yourself while time travel would you like your younger/older self?
The little me would yell at me and kick me in the groin for my lifestyle I guess… she might well call the police to get me though…
So what would you do to yourself?
By the way…
I am gonna be in England for 8 days during my Easter holidays. soooo looking forwards to it! Especially to seing the boyfriend again Havent seen him in ages.
Just thought this was not worth an extra thread but had to be saied
Babies are cute, so you should have as many of them as early in life as possible. But you need to be married first, so everybody should get married at 18 and start having babies right away. Abortion is bad, and so is divorce.
Cities are bad, because of all the pollution. People should live close to nature and raise their own food. I’m going to live in the country and be a farmer. Or better yet, on a small island with a lot of sheep.
School should be abolished, and parents should teach their children at home. I’m going to drop out of school as soon as I’m sixteen.
Yikes … I’m not sure whether I was a budding hippie or budding Christian coalition member. I have no doubt that kid would be horrified if she met my current self, an unmarried childless pro-choice grad student who has absolutely no desire to live on a farm. (Though, like BornDodgy, I probably will be moving to an island with a lot of sheep. If any of them survive.)
Yikes. The younger Saint wasn’t fun. I’d run back, whack him with the 2x4 of Instant Wisdom. Get him to do homework, plan ahead, and ignore those assholes at school who don’t like you, you don’t have to listen to them.
Damn. I’d probably kill the person who made me go back. ANyone who actually enjoyed all those years probably isn’t remembering it well.
I wish I could slap the younger me! I’d have to try to explain to myself that life is way to short to be bitchy. And shut up, already- you don’t know everything! I’d also tell myself not to mock our cousin that had the baby out of wedlock… that’ll come back to haunt 'ya later. :eek:
I’d also have to give myself the “apply yourself” speach that I hated from my parents. I shoulda listened… and done my homework…
We’d head on down to the candy store, get some soda and lick-m-aid and rent Star Wars and Raiders of the Lost Ark. Stay up way to late playing Nintendo and go to school utterly exhausted the next day. Yeah, I’m 26 and in college. Oh and I don’t plan on growing either. Allow to put in some Billy Joel and turn on the personal pronoun modifier.
“Don’t go changing, to try and please meeeee. I love me just the way I aaaam, ooooohhh. etc etc etc”
I’d get along pretty good with racinchiklet… i used to want to be a paleontologist and live in a city when I wasn’t digging up dinosaurs somewhere, and now I want to work in racing (or, lacking that, writing copy and working frmo home) and live out in the country. I didn’t used to want kids, but now I think I’ll have some someday (if I can. I’ve had a lot of radiation to important reproductive parts). And if I could go back in time and see myself, I’d have to tell myself to WORK HARDER (not that I’d listen to me; everybody has told me that for my entire life), and I’d also try to convince me that I won’t always be hated and there are people out there who like me, even if they’re not a lot like me.
I would probably like myself, I haven’t really grown up much in a lot of ways. I’d watch disney movies with myself. Then I’d tell the younger me to stand up for myself more because if I don’t I’ll have issues later, tell her that coke is addictive, drink milk or juice, you’ll get used to the taste eventually. But most importantly I’d tell her that school work isn’t everything but to keep it up because if she doesn’t she won’t meet all the great CAMS people.
My child self and my present self would probably get along just fine. We’d amuse each other, anyhow. I was a very interesting kid and I think it’s safe to say that I am an unusual person now.
Drugs and alcohol were bad, and I’d never do them. (Except for LSD. I remember reading a chart of drugs and their effects and risks in my Christian school’s science textbook and thinking, “LSD, that looks like fun, that’s the only drug I’ll do.”)
Masturbating was wrong and you could catch AIDS from doing it. (Didn’t stop me though; I started masturbating in earnest in first grade.)
Republicans were good.
There were also seeds of my future outlook though. I disliked the system of the church, even if I believed its tenets. I was also a big animal lover and planned to become a vegetarian someday, a very unpopular stance among my Christian peers.
Now, my outlook is pretty much the opposite. I smoke pot and drink regularly, and I’m very cautious with the LSD, but I do think that there are many drugs that are bad, and I won’t touch them, even though there are some that are often used among my peer group. I’m also an atheist/agnostic and jerk off several times a day if I get the chance.
So, if I did meet Li’l Tzel, I probably wouldn’t like him much, but I’d leave him alone because I know he’ll wise up.
I think I’d force my munchkin-self into a speech class or a school play of some sort, so the idea of public speaking wouldn’t turn me into a nervous wreck now.
I’d also try to wean myself from my campy horror movie addiction, and limit the ‘Fear Street’ books.
In hindsight, I probably should have taken a foreign language class as a child, and maybe some piano, so I wouldn’t be a frustrated, monolingual music lover
I actually think i was more centered then that I am now in a lot of ways, I had writted 3 or 4 novels (on mead notebooks) by the time i was about 11, and I read them now, and i think they were pretty good!!! I can’t think of any significant changes in my morality either. I actually was more sarchastic and cocky then that I am now. I liked the Cure a little too much as a lad, and was too easily impressed by fads, but i never actually bought trendy clothes, just sulked inside at not being cool. Course, I can still wear jackets and jeans that I bought in Jr High, and even a couple of pairs of shoes.
Pretty similar over all. I would have kicked my own ass about taking piano lessons, had I known I would (after many detours) end up as a professional composer, and my weak piano skills are a big liability now.
CJ
I shudder to think of the brawl that would erupt, should present day cazzle and cazzle of old happen to meet. cazzle of old thought that she would be married and having children at 18 (plus, she decided back in 1990 to try for the first baby of the new millenium), and she would be disgusted at present day cazzle, not married, no kids.
There’s a lot more, but it’s not worth going into. Suffice to say that while I’m beating up cazzle of old for being a prissy little so-and-so, she’ll be kicking the crap out of me for ruining her life.
soooo looking forwards to it! Especially to seing the boyfriend again 
Havent seen him in ages.