i see so many children, teens writing blogs...and i can't help wish we had the blog world when i was a kid too. now i wrote those diaries then, which am sure many people back then did. but not the online thingie...and to imagine be a kid and have events and happenings and learnings and jokes and crushes and trailers and gossips and wonder and be carefree enuff....and then be able to write...

before we got a job and became boring and complaining and twitching and sad and gloomy adults. cribbing. and not doing anything to make life interesting but cribbing about it. by laughing at dreams. and by losing that sense of carefree wonder. and also shaming those who still indulge in it...

yes, if i had to choose an age when i'd liked to have blogged most, i would choose my school years. the years of a work-in-progress called me. because the difference now is that the work is going on, but the progress is very slow.

and my opinion could change, on another spirited day but the above would still hold true.