My Mom phones last night and one of the first things she says is, “I read the posts about your adolescent years.”
I feel exactly like I did the time I was caught after siphoning off 3/4 of my Dad’s gin bottle and replacing it with water.
“And…?” I ask, tentative.
“Well…I figure at least you all got a lot of fresh air.”
Old World Adolescence will arrive on Monday! And in the meantime I will count my lucky stars that I didn’t spend my formative years in front of a computer screen but rather in the Great Outdoors.