It started with YouTube; I was surfing for videos about puffy paint (preferably the fabric kind). Just looking to see if anyone, besides me, was interested in it as well. After I watched a video, I came across a question underneath it. It stated something much like this question: "Is there any surface puffy paint doesn't permanently stick to?" I wanted to respond, since I new the answer. I knew that I probably wouldn't be able to, since I was too young to have my own channel (See what I mean?). I clicked reply, anyway, just to see if it would let me answer as an "anonymous" person.
It took me to some page that said I could sign in with my Google account, so that's what I did. I was all, like, "This is awesome!"
So, then, I went back to the video I was watching, so I could reply to that person with a wondering mind. I clicked Reply again. It said I needed to create a YouTube account/channel to comment. Then I was all, like, "Well, I signed in with my already-made Google account, so I'll try to make my own channel, too!" Big mistake. But, hey, I was absolutely clueless (and a jr. high-schooler); cut me some slack.
I entered my wanted username and my birth date. Boy, was I in for a tragic surprise. And, clueless as I was, put in my real age, not the fake one I use all the time when I want to create my own accounts. I submitted my real information, and, poof. There it was. The web page that will haunt me forever.
The Google Account for blank@gmail.com has been disabled.
You will not be able to sign into this account or use it to access any Google products or services.
You do not meet the age requirements for a Google account. This account will be deleted in 29 days unless the birthday you entered was incorrect and you submit proof that you are 13 years or older. Learn more.
(Even though my account is gone, unless we can prove that I am the correct age, I still don't want to give out my old email address.)
You do not meet the age requirements for a Google account. This account will be deleted in 29 days unless the birthday you entered was incorrect and you submit proof that you are 13 years or older. Learn more.
(Even though my account is gone, unless we can prove that I am the correct age, I still don't want to give out my old email address.)
I am very sorry to say that this brought all heck into me. I totally had a meltdown. I swear, I went bonkers. I was in hysterics. I was all, like "Somebody slap me out of this now!" Of course, I acted as if my life had been over. I had worked very hard to obtain my balance in this world. I made my very own favicon, and designed my blog the way I wanted it. I had lots of friends in my contact list on my Gmail account, and now, I'll have to start from scratch until next year when I turn 13.
I've had plenty of things to worry about since I started middle school, some not even relating to school. I had a total tantrum over a book. It was a hard cover book; very expensive. But the worse of it was that I didn't even buy it myself. My grandmother had bought it for me and I felt horrible. I went for half a night and a couple hours in the morning worrying that I'd never find it again.
At about 9:oo A.M. that day, I looked in my closet for a second time, thinking that I'd just try here once more, and then finally give up.
I found it up on a shelf; a shelf above my other books. Then and there, it all came back to me. I put the book there so I could move the rest of the books from the series to the shelf so I could eliminate them from the rest of the clutter in my room. Figures.
I am a very miserable person in some ways. In others, I am an extremely happy camper. Right now, I'm happy, and just a little annoyed with my age. I am so close, yet so far from being a legal internet user.
I am irritated, but, like I said, I am happy in many ways, too.
