New thread! *jumping for joy*
Man, there have been some thought-provoking questions as of late.
As for what decade would I most likely have fit into growing up... I can't really say. I had such a sheltered life, as most of you know. I was a teen in the late 80s to 90s- this was the time I was in a strict church. We were not allowed to watch movies, listen to any kind of music other than Christian, hang around kids that didn't go to our church, etc. Now, my parents had not grown up this way; they had a whole 'nother life before joining this church, and our relatives just didn't understand it. I lived for those rare short trips to Mississippi or Chicago to hang out with cousins and watch movies and listen to music. I rebelled as a teen because of the strict nature of that church; had a wicked-bad attitude for about a year or so before I finally came to my senses and realized that life is just easier if I do what they say. My mom raised me to be a woman who takes care of her man, her house, who loves her family and friends. I take care of the house, and hubby takes care of the rest. My mom taught me how to cook, bake (from scratch), sew, cross-stitch, clean a house, scrub floors, do laundry, garden (precious little, since there was just never time in highschool, but I remember the garden out back when I was young); my parents paid for piano lessons, even when we couldn't afford them, because it taught me self-discipline to do something over and over and over until I got it right. I grew up with a house full of guys, and I learned to look after them, and they always stood up for me. Getting married was the easiest transition of my life... so whatever decade all that puts me in, *laughing* I guess I'll take it.
Would I take the chance to be a teenager in the present-day world??? Oh, Lord, forgive the words that are going through my head right now. I don't cuss (usually), but I would have to quite firmly agree with the "HELL NO" so many of you have posted. I've been thinking about highschool a LOT lately, as I'm planning my class's reunion for June. In talking to classmates over the past year, I've recalled many memories, some of which I'd forgotten completely; we talked about the struggles of growing up in that church, and how it's affected our adult lives. I did indeed have peer pressure in that private Christian school. I cannot imagine what it would have been like on the outside, going to a public school. Kids can be cruel, for sure... but rich Deacon kids can be even more cruel. I was part of the "middle crowd," not an out-and-out rebel to authority (because they got preached at during Open Assembly and in church, and who wants THAT?), but not a goody-goody spiritual kid either. I can't imagine what kinds of things kids of today face; there are no more teens in my family, and my step-niece and nephew are pretty good.
I wouldn't go back to being a teen at any point in time, no matter how much money was offered me, or what "wrongs" they promised to "right," or take the opportunity to do things over or change things. I'd leave things as they were, because they have made me who I am.
Yes, Twi-mom, I think that now that I've gone past 30 years old, I have enough distance to say that. Ten years ago, yes, I'd have said "sure, I'd love to go back to being a teen." I would have been 23 then, not quite an adult, almost out of college, about to get married, making changes that would alter the course of my life (or keep it on the Master Course, however you look at it, I was still scared out of my skin). It's not that I wasn't prepared for life, it's just that it was new territory, and I was in charge of making decisions, when for the previous decade I did what the authority told me to do. At 23, going back to being a teen seemed like the easier thing to do. Now, being 33, I like where my life is and how it's gone, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in that hormone-raging, coma-like life we called "teenhood."