As the youngest in the family you always seemed to get what you wanted, but were by no means spoiled. By the same token, you were quiet and sincere - so hushed, in fact, that your parents put you in acting classes to help you feel comfortable in front of people. Something clicked because now you love attention and crave the chance to take the stage, and do so for 20+ students daily.
But more importantly, Slick (coordination wasn't your thing), when it came to weddings and Your Big Day, you had it figured out. You wanted the big, poofy white dress and tiara. You saw pink and blue accents everywhere. You loved flowers and dancing. In your mind, your prince charming would scoop you off your feet and carry you into your new home, after your honeymoon to Hawaii (because that's the farthest place away with pretty beaches that you knew).
Dear Teenage Vicki,
Oh hormonally imbalanced and drama queen, you set the stage for a more reserved wedding. It was at this point in life you decided that lace and flowers sucked. No filigree or flourish stood a chance at your wedding where you want to wear a sophisticated, column ivory gown. Curse any PINK you came across, as it was your favorite four letter word to throw around. Calm down, child -- you might think you know it all but just wait until you really hit the dating world. Your demands challenged many men, scared many away and thank goodness for that.
Oh but Little Vicki and Teenage Vicki, your thoughts and desires did help to mold my dream wedding for the present. Blue is still a favored color and pink still doesn't stand a chance. There's NO WAY a fluffy, frilly, gown will grace my body, but a column won't accent what I want. Hawaii's fun and all, but we're onto to other countries now, and since I already own a place I probably won't be carried through the doorway...but a girl can dream, can't she? If anything I have my younger self to thank for that.
PS: Don't waste your time with that one guy. There are better things ahead I promise!