Do you remember when you were 13. I am afraid I do for a little bit. It was miserable and I ran away from home twice that year. I went over to friends houses. I think my dad turned white that year. And, as for me I just turned into an angry teen.
Jordan, our 13 year old grandson is taller then me and experiencing the whoa's of Saturday School. I just smile.
Isn't it interesting that those two glorious years - 7th and 8th grade when we need to really communicate and talk out our issues, we only get belligerent and arrogant. WE know everything.
I just find it amusing. Good luck and welcome to the real world, Jordan Ross.
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