Wednesday's prompt from Shimelle was: Who was your personal favourite teeny-bopper pin-up? Share a story about that dreamboat or another happy teenage memory with your readers.
This one didn't make me think a long while. I didn't even have one poster in my room as a teenager. I have never been that type of girl. I think that's one of the reasons I was so miserable in Turkey. I just didn't fit into the tiny community I was stuck with. I also don't really equate teenage with fun. Then again, I did have a few good, solid friends. One of whom I will be talking about in this week's creative therapy piece. The few friends I did have, I still cherish wholeheartedly.