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My 15 year old says stuff to me that, had I uttered those statements, would have ended my life. That's why being back at work is joyful; I can stay away from someone's protracted "development" without running the risk of his bodily injury.
My teenaged period never existed. I had two perennial teenagers as parents and spent much time living with their maturity issues, not to mention lack of money, mobility, and a homesetting cross between "The Simpsons" and "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf". The statute of limitations obviously hasn't expired yet, because today I have one parent and one child who are maturationally interchangable.
Wow! I didn't see that coming. That surprises me.
I had just the opposite. My mom was 19 when I was born and I was #2 of 5. Before her 25th birthday and Dad's 26th birthday, they were raising their 5 kids and Dad's 3 teenaged brothers (Dad's mom died young). It seemed to me that my parents were born to be crisis managers. Either one could have run FEMA. Immaturity was never an option for them - and they didn't allow us that option either. Overall, that worked out best for us kids, but it had to be taxing for them (and other adults too) to deal with a house full of young teens believing we were ready to take on the world. I doubt being more mature made us as teenagers more likable.
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