My parents always used to drop this line on me:
I was young once, too.
We were all young once. Some of our closets have fewer skeletons than others, but if you look hard enough you’ll always find a few bones or in some cases, a boneyard.
When we leave our wild days behind they slowly become a distant memory. Then we become parents and those days seem like they were lived in a past life. But it wasn’t a past life. It was your life.
What happens when that old friend drops by and your kid overhears you reminiscing about the good old days?
How do you explain those photos your friends posted as a prank of Facebook?
What are you going to do when you drop that line about being young once and your kid asks you to elaborate?
If you’ve already been through this, how did you handle it?
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