This is 12

​Do you remember being 12?

No longer a child but not yet a teenager.

Not quite ready to give up child-like things like barbies and stuffies and yet shopping for clothes means cropped tops and high heels.

And then there are boys and suddenly the pool water is way too cold (even though it's not) and heaven forbid a ball gets tossed your way and you have to throw it back to them.

Embarrassing.

Conversations bounce from grown up stuff and back to preteen maturity in a matter of moments.

Giggles and tears happen at the same time and no one understands anything about what you are saying, feeling, or doing.

Yes.

I remember this age.
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This is 12.