Rebel Rebel

Since Leigh-Ann and I officially took possession of our new studio space on December 1st, I’m slowly starting to move my home studio over to “The Nest” (as I’ve started to call it) and as I’ve been sifting through yarn and scrabooking paper, stamps and reference books I came across an incredible gem! My first driver’s license was tucked into a box of things I’ve yet to scrapbook!

I remember this picture so well- I was working lighting for a theatre show in high school and went to get my license in between a dress rehearsal and the show. I had no idea they would be taking my picture, I had a hoodie and pigtails, and was mortified when they asked to take my picture! This was me trying to mask how upset I was that this would be my picture until I was in second year university!

And then I had to take another look at it, because I didn’t really believe what I saw. Guys, I was totally born in 1985. This wasn’t my first driver’s license, it was my fake ID from high school! I forgot I’d even had one!

Little Kyla!

Sure enough, tucked behind it in my ID case was my real one…

faker!

This makes me smile extra wide because my “going out to the bar” phase lasted for a nano second. I started going with friends just before I turned 18, and less that a year later I knew I was done. It was a lot of fun for a little while, and I was trying to find my place- but I’m an introvert at heart and while I wanted to “be cool” and go out clubbing, I’m just not that person! I’d rather be at a concert or catching up with friends one on one, laughing with my knitting girls or trying new food. I haven’t been to a club for years, and it seems like I must have been a whole other version of myself to go to the trouble of a fake ID to get inside one!

Growing up and figuring out who you are (and who you aren’t!) is tough stuff, and this was a reminder of it that made me giggle. I might have been a rebel, but I was a rebel who was in pig tails on her fake ID- something about that’s just perfect. Right from the start it wasn’t really meant to be, don’t you think? :)