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I look back on my young years and feel truly embarrassed (well not really) of some of the things in my youth.

I am not talking about deliciously juicy things like scandalous sex and such debauchery. It's those other things, ya know - the little things.

• I remember as a young girl in the hood - probably Std5 (or grade 7 for all the post seventies children), my friend and I used to adore speaking gibberish. We thought we were the only two people on the planet who knew it. That was until one day we were giberrishing LOUDLY about how hot the substitute 'library' teacher was. That was of course until he said 'thank you very much' in flawless gibberish.

• The "Fresh Prince of Bell-aire" stage - nuff said!

• The time I fell up the stars in front of a busy parking area and bruised my ribs. Ashamedly, this did not happen that long ago.

• Goldie and Liza - Good times.

• The time I tried to kill myself by walking in the middle of the street and hoping a car would hit me. Because the object of my desire had rejected me. And I had been drinking. And I was 13 or something.
  

What would life be without a few bruised ribs, and at least one suicide attempt? Each of these things has taught me some really valuable lessons.

1. People will remember the stupid things you do forever, so try not to be too stupid.
2. When you are an adult, get new friends who don't remember what an idiot you were in your teenage years. Because your childhood friends will feel no shame in reminding you just how mind-numbingly stupid you were in your youth ;-)