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What is a 16-year-old doing on Blogger?

Hi. My name is Rabbit Barnes. Yes, the name is a little weird, and no it is not my real, given name. My real name is Jack, but ever since I was a pint-sized human, I have gone by the nickname Rabbit. I am 16 years old and currently, I am living at home with my parents and older brother, sheltering-in-place because of the Covid-19 crisis.

Like the majority of teenagers in the US, I am bored out of my mind right now, and I am struggling to find my purpose and to occupy my time. So, I have decided to make this blog, to give my mind something to work on, and to hopefully brighten someone's day. Every week or so, I will post a vignette that I have written; a short, creative memoir from my life, written with lots of imagery and descriptive language. Stay tuned to read small, enjoyable snapshots that might make your day a little better.

But what do I, a lonely highschooler with only a decade of memories in my back pocket, have to say? What makes the vignettes I write interesting? Well, here's a little bit about my life, to give you some context for what the vignettes will be about:

I was born in 2004 in Leadville, Colorado, a small mountain town in the Rockies, at 10,000 feet above sea level. I grew up in the snow, skiing most weekends (sometimes right out my back door), sledding after school, and making snow forts with my brother. When I was 9 years old, my family sold our house, moved onto a sailboat, and traveled for three years. Sailing 36,000 miles, we visited nearly 30 countries, while focusing on high latitude destinations (far north, and far south). In 2016, my dad got a job working as the head of Midland School, a boarding school in Los Olivos, California. We have been here ever since, and I attend Midland. I enjoy running cross country, ceramics, and creative writing (obviously).

Mostly, I won't write about my life as a story, but instead about specific, detailed moments like experiences in the natural world, things that have changed me, and what it means to be a teenager in today's world.

So I hope I answered that question in the title: What the heck am I, a 16-year-old, doing on Blogger? I'm finding my purpose while stuck in quarantine, writing about my experiences, and hopefully making your day more interesting.

As always, I welcome any and all feedback. Enjoy!

Here is a picture of me for reference:
The crab is a bit of a long story.


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  1. You are incredible, excited to read these:)

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  2. Betty!! what a great picture

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