My voice — you know, the one in my head — has changed quite a bit over the years. I’m almost eighteen, so it’s crazy to think about how much I’ve been through and how it would change my voice. When I was under the age of ten, I remember being so curious and interested in things that I wouldn’t even think about now. I was one of those weird kids that let bugs crawl all over my hands, wondering what life was like for something so small, and thought it was the coolest thing. I thought the world was a wonderful and happy place, but I was too innocent to understand anything beyond that good feeling.
By the time I hit puberty around the age of eleven, I remember looking at everything in a completely different way and with that the voice in my head changed too. I began seeing the world in many different perspectives that I didn’t entirely understand but learned to accept as I grew up. I started to become more aware of the people and things around me. I also became very self-conscious about how I looked and came across to other people. All of my surroundings seemed to change right before my eyes. It feels kind of crazy to think about how much everything’s changed around me as well as myself.