Aquarius, your fierce sense of independence led you to question authority from a young age. Combined with your love for collaboration and creativity, you were obviously a grunge kid, even if you weren't always sure why everyone was so angry. Be honest. You still sleep in that faded Stone Temple Pilots shirt sometimes.

With your dreamy, romantic nature, you were the unicorn-obsessed kid. You worshiped at the altar of Lisa Frank. You checked out My Little Pony and The Last Unicorn from the video store so often, the guy at the counter stopped thinking it was cute and started worrying about your mental state. Whatever — you knew what you liked, and what you liked were fantasy horses.

Your mother described you as impetuous. Your teacher told you to play nicer with the other kids. You ignored both of them, Aries, because you were a queen bee of the schoolyard who didn't need anyone else's input. You didn't understand half the jokes in Clueless at the time, but you had it memorized anyway.

To put it simply, you were a jock in the making. It's not that you weren't interested in school, but your natural physicality made you the perfect fit for year-round sports. Although you got into a bit of trouble for roughhousing sometimes, your heart was in the right place.

By turns thoughtful, friendly, and restless, you didn't know how to handle all the feelings churning around inside of you. Then you picked up a pencil and became the art kid doodling away at the back of the class. As you entered your teenage years, you took on your next form: angry art kid.

You weren't just sensitive to the living. As a wannabe witch, you liked to think you could pick up on signals from the spirit world as well. You may have been the solitary type, but that doesn't mean you couldn't round up some kids to play the Ouija board or watch The Craft with you. You probably spent a lot of time with Geminis as you got older.

Back in the '90s, you were a straight up teeny bopper. Department store catalogs were like weekly presents. You were never seen without your hair perfectly crimped and pulled back. Your dresser was fairly bursting with plaid and overalls. To this day, you still love the attention garnered by a fabulous outfit, although you've learned to better control your need for admiration.

Shy enough to willingly sit at the front of the bus, you were a book nerd. Summers were spent paging through Nancy Drew novels and The Lord of the Rings at the local library. During the school year, you had a habit of reading from a book tucked in your lap where the teacher couldn't see. (Or so you thought.)

A natural peacekeeper, you were well-liked by adults, kids, and even your babysitter. Whether or not you had neighbors, you fit the kid next door stereotype to a T. On any given day, you could be found selling lemonade from a homemade stand, flipping around on a trampoline, or simply playing with your neighbors in the yard.

As an adult, you have reputation for being a lady (or gent) of mystery. When you were a kid, though, you were the amiable popular kid — the leader of your scrappy little gang of friends. Loyal and adventurous, you could always be counted on to wheedle your parents into letting you have a slumber party or take everyone to the movies.

Dreamy and enthusiastic, you had plenty of imagination, but it took a few years for the social skills to catch up. In the meantime, you were obsessed with anime. Everyone watched Pokemon and Sailor Moon, but you preferred less popular fare. In the days before Netflix, all the allowance money you could spare was spent on importing subtitled shows from Japan.

A quick glance was all it took for most adults to call you an old soul. You didn't mind doing your homework. You got along better with teachers than your own peers. If you set yourself a goal, you actually achieved it. Your biological age has never matched your inner 77-year-old self, and there's nothing wrong with that.