Seriously. Embarrassing.

so my mum is a hoarder like it's crazy.

i think she is the definition of hoarder it's that bad.

but in this case i'm going to say it's a good thing.

my mum has kept memory boxes (yes, plural - HOARDER) for each child, i was going through mine the other day, looking for my old quiet book i wanted to give to my boys.

in my search i came across a letter that i had written to my friend that moved to new zealand whilst i was in youth but never got around to sending it.

as i was reading it, i cannot even describe the embarrassment and HUMILIATION i felt.

to sum it all up i thought i was a brown polynesian, thankfully later in life i learned that no, i was white and AUSTRALIAN with no background into tonga, samoa or new zealand in my whatsoever.

this letter contained lots of "sup fresh", "aye aye", "what up g" oh goodness the list could go one.

i honestly sat on the driveway in utter shame thinking about how "wigga-ish" i thought i was.

all i could do was laugh.

it got worse, i then came across photos of a short haired, acne, basketball short (50 times to big for me), baggy jumper (not even colour matching with the shorts), dickie bag and to top it off high top chucks.

like, seriously. 

WHAT THE HECK?

My question is WHY DID NOBODY TRY AND STOP ME ?!

i hope my children NEVER EVER find that letter/s from my "gangsta" era of life.

there are no words.

but put away the humiliation i am feeling at this moment, they were the best memories i have of growing up in the youth program. I still can remember all the good times and bad times we faced as a young women's group, i will never forget those remarkable young women and leaders.

all i have to say is (for the black girl inside) B'TOWN WARD REPRESENT.

 2EPULO2&KNICKS - this girl was my homie ; )

(the real good ones are packed away in photo albums because yes kiddies these were the days before digital cameras came out - thank goodness)