tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post116170436020075514..comments2023-10-11T09:22:33.136-04:00Comments on Paperback Writer: Reiszing the BarUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1162061131833932982006-10-28T14:45:00.000-04:002006-10-28T14:45:00.000-04:00An honest novel of teenagedom? I'm picking this up...An honest novel of teenagedom? I'm picking this up. Anything made by Disney, Nickolodeon, or any of the other supposed pre-teen and teen oriented media anti-mavericks is bullshit. I'm horrified whenever any of my friends espouses enjoyment of one of those shows ... my only guess is that they must enjoy escaping into a dreamland, fleeing the grit and misery and sorrow and pain of the teenage years. The confinement, the condescension, the vile high school prison institution -- there's a lot of suckage.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161975267253183982006-10-27T14:54:00.000-04:002006-10-27T14:54:00.000-04:00Whenever I watch Crocodile Hunter Diaries, I get t...Whenever I watch Crocodile Hunter Diaries, I get the urge to drop everything, book a ticket south, and ask the Australia Zoo if they needed an extra hand. <BR/><BR/> I always thought Steve would have made a really cool boss.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161961869513188922006-10-27T11:11:00.000-04:002006-10-27T11:11:00.000-04:00When I was a teen I wanted to be CP or SW. They we...When I was a teen I wanted to be CP or SW. They were classmates. CP because she was arguably the most popular girl in school and had a wicked sense of humor (which I have always enjoyed, and SW because she sang like an angel, which I have always wished to do. I still wish I could sing, though I like to think my sense of humor has developed.<BR/><BR/>As far as reckless, I was always a shy and "good" girl. I used to dream about being, just for one day, as "bad" as my sister. She always seemed to have more fun. She seemed to be grtabbing life, I seemed to be going through the motions. I like to think I've learned there too :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161952050262023492006-10-27T08:27:00.000-04:002006-10-27T08:27:00.000-04:00I wonder where I'd be now had I left school and jo...I wonder where I'd be now had I left school and joined up with my interactive paradox.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161908498061582842006-10-26T20:21:00.000-04:002006-10-26T20:21:00.000-04:00Hmmm....I wanted to travel when I was a teen...thi...Hmmm....I wanted to travel when I was a teen...this would have required magical money...Europe or Japan<BR/><BR/>Wait, I still want that....where's my magical money?Hannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18416332641505948246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161904094746451092006-10-26T19:08:00.000-04:002006-10-26T19:08:00.000-04:00I would have joined the Maries after college, but ...I would have joined the Maries after college, but I would have never met my husband.<BR/><BR/>DianeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161893027205129252006-10-26T16:03:00.000-04:002006-10-26T16:03:00.000-04:00Everytime I went to the small zoo in my old hometo...Everytime I went to the small zoo in my old hometown, I'd get the blinding urge to to sneak in one night after it closed and set the black bears free. They lived in a cramped little pen with no shade, made entirely of concrete, and they always looked so sad and dejected.<BR/><BR/>Unfortunately, my plans pretty much ended at "set the bears free" somehow... The book sounds interesting, by the way and I have to agree that while most of what I read contains adult characters, there is some very good young adult fiction out there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161868554939073952006-10-26T09:15:00.000-04:002006-10-26T09:15:00.000-04:00As a teenager I wanted nothing more than to have m...As a teenager I wanted nothing more than to have my secret crush notice me, talk to me, kiss me. Ah yes, the simple desires of a 16 year old girl.<BR/><BR/>These days I dream of leaving my life and moving to a foreign country. But now I have a 6 yr old daughter and I'm not married and I don't think I can make it alone, so it will have to wait until she is grown. I hope i don't loose sight of the dream by that time.Jessica Johannesenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12632905690707338706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161864875172553232006-10-26T08:14:00.000-04:002006-10-26T08:14:00.000-04:00I would have gone backpacking through Morocco afte...I would have gone backpacking through Morocco after I graduated high school.<BR/><BR/>I also remember reading the excerpt from this book the first time you posted about it and gettting completely and totally sucked into it.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12984698615501794539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161833911711716502006-10-25T23:38:00.000-04:002006-10-25T23:38:00.000-04:00As a teen? My canoe would have gone first through...As a teen? My canoe would have gone first through the fast water one more time instead of letting one of my best friends go first. Maybe our canoe wouldn't have capsized and trapped us against the submerged log like theirs did. Maybe my friend would have lived. <BR/><BR/>Or maybe not. Things happen for a reason.Jeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01805501348812702651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161819576828376282006-10-25T19:39:00.000-04:002006-10-25T19:39:00.000-04:00I wish I'd been bolder. That I'd been more confid...I wish I'd been bolder. That I'd been more confident with myself during the teen years.Heather Harperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14474979076092596098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161819344540835062006-10-25T19:35:00.000-04:002006-10-25T19:35:00.000-04:00I think I lived out my teenaged dreams when I was ...I think I lived out my teenaged dreams when I was a teenager.<BR/><BR/>It's an easy job when:<BR/>1. You're basically a physical coward. <BR/>2. Your parents aren't paying a lot of attention and are willing to give you money for trips away.<BR/><BR/>And after the teen years I went on to dream up and do even more boring things. <BR/><BR/>So I'll have to make something up.I always wanted to win something--that's true. A lottery. Bingo. A contest for a book on PBW's blog.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02495558736099438348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161809636971094872006-10-25T16:53:00.000-04:002006-10-25T16:53:00.000-04:00Before my teenage years, I desperately wanted to j...Before my teenage years, I desperately wanted to join the circus so that I could perform with the horses. *ggg* Looking back, I don't think that was a bad career choice. Snort. Once I hit my teens, the focus was on becoming a rock star. *ggg* I made it as far as singing in rock bands. ;) I suppose I could've done worse.Jordan Summershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00437563784716604402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161807358954520232006-10-25T16:15:00.000-04:002006-10-25T16:15:00.000-04:00I always wanted to be a wild boy. I never have bee...I always wanted to be a wild boy. I never have been. I've always been the reliable one. The one who shoulders the burden. The one who picks up the pieces. The one who soldiers on. Sometimes at night I feel myself straining at the confines. I look up over my walls and see the beckoning hills, ripe with mystery and possibility. I'm not complaining. I have a good life. Perhaps not as good financially as I'd like -- but if I wanted to be rich, I wouldn't have chosen the life I did -- and I have a lot of friends and family who expect me to be what I am. They count on me. <BR/><BR/>But someday they may look and not find me.SBBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00210338251868486006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161801394256479282006-10-25T14:36:00.000-04:002006-10-25T14:36:00.000-04:00Heh, this is what I get for not reading all of PBW...Heh, this is what I get for not reading all of PBW's directions :) A wild thing I've alays wanted to do is volunteer to be one of the first space shuttle tourists. Given the odds on that, Space Camp is my next vacation destination.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161800366313049622006-10-25T14:19:00.001-04:002006-10-25T14:19:00.001-04:00My fantasy in my teenage years was simply to get o...My fantasy in my teenage years was simply to get out of my parents' house. I knew the way to do that was to get into college so my high school years were focussed on that goal.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16392692656456938856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161800352191418542006-10-25T14:19:00.000-04:002006-10-25T14:19:00.000-04:00I always wanted to go somewhere else, volunteer or...I always wanted to go somewhere else, volunteer or get a job in a distant country, to take that chance and step away from the protectiveness of family and familiarity.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161799868719236712006-10-25T14:11:00.000-04:002006-10-25T14:11:00.000-04:00I could spend hours curled up on the sofa or in my...I could spend hours curled up on the sofa or in my tree house reading, but I could also be a wild child, stealing apples from neighbour's orchard (without getting eaten by the dog), climbing trees and doing other verboten fun. I also was a reckless swimmer, the life guard had to pick me out of a Baltic Sea heavy with a storm twice, and I was - still am - a wild rider who only knows gallop, lol.Gabriele Campbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17205770868139083575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161799629039922502006-10-25T14:07:00.000-04:002006-10-25T14:07:00.000-04:00I was one of those good kids too. One wild thing I...I was one of those good kids too. One wild thing I always wanted to do though was tell my family I was going on vacation with my best friend and her family, but really fly to Australia by myself instead. Of course I'd get back right when I told my parents I would, because of course everything would go perfectly according to plan.<BR/><BR/>I never considered it in any serious way. But it was a nice fantasy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161799482858608682006-10-25T14:04:00.000-04:002006-10-25T14:04:00.000-04:00Almost four years ago, I went to Africa. It was m...Almost four years ago, I went to Africa. It was my second time out of the country, my first time out of the western world and my first time traveling by myself. I spent two months there, in South Africa, Zambia, and Malawi, and it changed me. When I got home, I told my boyfriend that I thought we should start saving to take a year off from our jobs and travel around the world. He agreed, but it never happened. Life got busy and tangled. <BR/><BR/>First we bought a house, then we got a dog. Next summer we're getting married. I started grad school this fall to become a teacher.<BR/><BR/>We still love to travel and have managed two fairly long trips (almost 3 weeks in Belgium, France and the Netherlands, almost 2 weeks in Ireland). The new plan is to someday move to another country for a couple of years where I can teach at an American school and he can work remotely (he's in computers), and we can spend weekends and vacations traveling. <BR/><BR/>I wouldn't change the choices we made for anything, but I still wish we could have taken that year.Allisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03180275193621308662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161799305446093942006-10-25T14:01:00.000-04:002006-10-25T14:01:00.000-04:00When I was in college, I wanted to go abroad to st...When I was in college, I wanted to go abroad to study. In the fall of my junior year, my dad died suddenly. My mom decided that I should be able to go, so we both went deeper into debt, and I spent my spring semester in London. I'm still paying off my studen loans, but turning twenty one at Stonehenge is a memory I will carry with me forever (especially the near hypothermia- the middle of February is not the time to stand out in the middle of the Salisbury Plain).<BR/>AnnAnnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17968479919482739686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161798728670923152006-10-25T13:52:00.000-04:002006-10-25T13:52:00.000-04:00As a kid, I had all these wondrous dreams, but as ...As a kid, I had all these wondrous dreams, but as a teen, my biggest ones were to fade into the wall and not be noticed...kinda sad isn't it? I wore light blue t-shirts over light blue jeans and was pretty darn sure it worked.<BR/><BR/>My biggest regret though was when I was 17 and I had the opportunity to go to Europe on one of those teen tours. I'd made grand plans to meet a friend afterwards and backpack around all summer just like James Mitchner's The Drifters. My friend bowed out and I was too gutless to go alone (okay, maybe smart, but really gutless) and so I didn't even go on the teen tour.<BR/><BR/>MargaretMargaret M. Fiskhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00537558539259791284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161798550143928112006-10-25T13:49:00.000-04:002006-10-25T13:49:00.000-04:00I wasn't a teen with wild dreams. As a kid I thou...I wasn't a teen with wild dreams. As a kid I thought it would be fun to join the circus, but I'd never even seen one. As a teen, one of my friends (who was 16) and her brother took the summer and rode across Canada on a motorcycle. That was freedom unimagined for me. I knew I could never do that, so I didn't even dream it. Sheltered, that's me.Valerie Comerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06674882711125123089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161796400617542732006-10-25T13:13:00.000-04:002006-10-25T13:13:00.000-04:00I almost drowned myself and two sisters when I dec...I almost drowned myself and two sisters when I decided to venture from our inland town to San Francisco's Ocean Beach. The first surprise was emerging from the subway into the big protest from the first Gulf war.<BR/><BR/>Later, we were happily exploring the Cliff House grounds when I decided we should look for larger sea shells near some rocks a few feet from shore. Of course the pathway started filling with water as soon as we reached the rocks. None of us could swim, we were in an isolated area and I hadn't bothered to tell our parents about the trip. <BR/><BR/>We started treading water when it got midcalf and got soaked up to our knees by the time we reached shore. The strength of undercurrent and speed of the water was harrowing. I was shaken for a couple days and haven't been in SF waters since.<BR/><BR/>I keep a tiny seashell--pinky nail sized--as a reminder of that trip.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343238.post-1161785807671886052006-10-25T10:16:00.001-04:002006-10-25T10:16:00.001-04:00I've got a magical one-When I was a kid I always w...I've got a magical one-<BR/><BR/>When I was a kid I always wanted to pretend I had this magical, invisible, invincibility shirt. It had six "arms" to it, and could extend itself infinitely. <BR/><BR/>So this shirt would wrap itself around me, making me invincible. Then I could extend any of the arms around anything else I wanted to protect. It would form a sort of tube around those people and objects I chose. <BR/><BR/>I could also shoot one tube up into the sky and breathe fresh air all day, also allowing me to breathe underwater or in space (if I so desired). <BR/><BR/>If I wanted to travel quickly, I could attach an arm to a car or plane and hitch a ride. I could also use the extensions as feet and soar up into mountains and such.<BR/><BR/>There's pretty much nothing I couldn't do with my shirt. So yeah, that's my magical wish. Good question.Arthurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08435625234848618284noreply@blogger.com