Yesterday night, I saw some teenagers in the parking lot near my house…making some noise. A huge POP every five minutes. Then I poked my head out and they saw me…they paused. They couldn\’t tell if I was there to scold. I then had to return inside.

Later as I was walking back up my driveway, I saw two teenage girls and a teenage boy rush into a car. My dad told me later that they were only 15…and were driving illegally.

My first thought was KIDS. But then I realized I was still young…and still possessed their maturity. And I never liked age restrictions. Yet, I felt resentment as I saw them crawl into the car, laughing. Having the time of their lives. At least thinking they did. And my own resentment from not having the same when I was their age.

I never liked the fact that I was standing alone in my high school pan picture.