'Hit 'em with the stats Meg!'
• In just over a month I'll be 15.
• I sit my GCSEs in 2 years.
• I'll be driving in 3 years.
• My A Levels in 4 years.
• That means I've got 4 years left at home until I leave to go to University.
4 years seems an age away. But I remember when it was announced five years ago that London were to host the 2012 Olympics. I remember watching Beckham play in the 2006 Football World Cup. It seems like only yesterday when I met my friend in LIDL's car park and walked along the pavement for my first day at Comprehensive School three years ago. So, really, four years isn't that far away.
I'm very excited to go to University. "It's the best time of your life!" My neighbour left home this year to study and it sounds great. But, when I do move out, I'm facing the world alone. No Mum to wash my clothes and iron them for me. No Dad to go cycling down Mumbles with. No brothers to fight to the death with.
The scariest thing that faces me is: I'll have to cook. Yes. Make healthy, substantial meals. I cannot cook. I tried to make Pasta before. Forgot to drain it, just poured the sauce in with the water. It ended up as soup. Another time, I was left the responsibility to boil spaghetti. Big mistake. I cooked it for over an hour. It burned. End of cooking career. The only things I can make are Chocolate Brownies. Funny that.
When I turn 15 in December I'll be half way to 30. THIRTY. Childhood ends at 18, yes? That's when you officially become an adult. This means it's not long until my childhood is over. I've been thinking so much ahead at my future, that I haven't noticed it slipping through my fingers. Teenagers wish their lives away. Always want to be older than they are. Can't wait to finish school. They go clubbing, drink, smoke, even take drugs and become pregnant. It ruins their lives.
I wish we could all press pause on the remote control of life. Before we know it, another month, year, decade has passed us by.
Megan Amy Jones: Aged 14. Year 10. 2010.