Having been only twelve at the time, I often felt hurt rather than comforted when adults would tell me that I am very young, and that I would soon be happy and laughing about everything. That year and the following seven, I wished that I could simply fast-forward to ten years later.
Now that ten years have actually passed, I am finally able to realize that the sufferings were necessary to help me find and appreciate happiness, and that this realization is happiness in itself.
I hope every twelve-year-old girl and boy will stay good and patient until they will be able to realize this themselves. If this year won't be a happy one for you, just know that you're on your way and never cease to dream.