It was my stepsons 13th birthday yesterday. He spent lots of money on clothes at the Trafford centre. I can remember being thirteen. I remember that the reality of having sex seemed like too long away although I knew I was not ready. Girls were very much on my mind. I also remember my personal hygiene could have been better. I did use deodorant but I had terrible stinky feet which caused me embarrassment until my twenties if I'm to be honest. Luckily I grew out of it in manhood. I never suffered too badly from spots I must say but girls didn't look my way anyway so it didn't mean much when I had one. I remember the school bus journeys home from grammar school through wilsden with friends. I went the long bus route home to spend more time with friends. Hormones raging as well as wet paper projectiles. I was ashamed of my blazers at school. The first one was a second hand copy which was a much darker copy of the real ones everyone else had. Added to this was the leather patches on my elbows which i referred to as solar panels for success , just to try and take the piss first.I was very happy to grow out of that but was then given a family hand me down from a distant cousin who It seemed was a hulk of a man as this new blazer's sleeves dwarfed me and I was all ready tiny. I had to turn the sleeves up on my blazer as much by as my hand length just so my fingers stuck out. Even my friends would laugh uproariously at what seemed like a blazer on legs had just entered assembly. I will not put my child through this.