Today I’m going to share with you probably one of my most personal stories. But please read to the end, because there is a very important message.
High school and year 12 is certainly one of those years that has its highs and lows. But for myself, my friends, and my entire year level, we had no idea how extreme this could be.
Early in my VCE, two friends and myself had birthdays all within a few weeks of each other, so we decided to share one big birthday night. We planned everything. The invites, the food, the music. We wanted everything to be perfect. And for the night it was. We had a few to many drinks, we sang and danced and acted like any other teenagers would. But the one thing from the night I remember was running into the house to get my camera, because my friend’s parent said we needed photos of the night. So I ran person to person, group to group, taking photos of as many people as I could (but none of me, I hated photos, and ‘selfies’ weren’t even thought of then :P). One of those photos was the most important of them all.