Quite often when my husband and I are out and about we come across teenagers that are an absolute embarrassment to all who see them. The other night we were at the grocery store it was probably 9:30 pm when on the way out to our car all eyes were drawn to a SUV full of teenagers hanging out the sunroof with music blaring way too loud yellin' and screamin' and hollerin' at random people that unfortunately were parked next to the SUV… I was embarrassed for their parents even though I bet they didn't know what their children were up to.
When we see these teenagers and how horrible and embarrassing they are we have to wonder…. Was I that bad?
Were we that bad?
I remember myself as a very quiet teenager I'd go to school and then I'd come home and nap, and rarely during the school year did I go out cavorting with others. Rarely during the summer would I go cavorting about either, I was either working at Lagoon or playing at Lagoon and everyone there are freaks anyway so it didn't matter what you did. But I still wasn't that bad. The furthest my cavorting took me most of the time was to young women's activities, choir concerts and to the occasional friends house. Once in a while we'd be loud on the walk home from school, but I never remember being to the obnoxious point.
I remember this one time… I was past the stupid high school years I was probably 19 I had John, my cousin Anne, and our friend Kyle in the car when John discovered that I had a Laser Gun in my glove compartment. Why was it there? I have no idea. Once the gun was discovered, John had to play with it. At first he was just shooting people in the car, but soon he was shooting other cars and people on the sidewalks, but he did this all with the windows rolled up. So in my opinion we weren't bothering anyone outside my car.
So the original question was "Was I That Bad?" and the answer to that is no. John was talking to a former seminary teacher who now works with him at the church office building and they were discussing just this very topic. Brother G told John that we weren't that bad as teenagers because if we were he wouldn't have let us hang out in his class room after school, and we probably still wouldn't be friends 10 years later. It's good to know that I wasn't that bad, but I worry about my kids and how they'll turn out. I want quiet children.
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Before I even met anyone in your family I remember z warning me that all of you are really loud just like him. He told me I had to learn how to be loud too or I won't fit in. come to find out he comes from a rather normal family, not a bunch of loud freaks. So maybe he's right when he says he was adopted?!?!
LOL ;)
No we were not the bad, because we had parents, not friends. If we did something bad/wrong we were punished. Not like today. My parents weren't the best, but I like to think I know right from wrong. They were never my friend. They never tried to be one of the gang. Kids were taught to be seen and not heard. There were belts, wooden spoons, and hard labor for your screw-up's. Grounding meant no T.V., no friends, no fun. Now it means no X-Box or maybe No Cell for a day. I have lucked out with my kids. I have always been firm with them and consistant. If I said NO that is exactly what it meant. No if, ands, or buts about it. I wish that all people had quite kids, and when it is your time Liz and John I will pray that yours are quite too.
we are really loud, just not loud like him. we have the problem of not being able to stop and listen to each other we just continue talking and inorder to be heard we must talk louder. So we're loud and then we just keep getting louder and louder. But then the 7 minute lull kicks in and we're quiet for a moment. then it starts all over again. Is z adopted? I don't have an answer to that... I came along 5 years after the fact anything before me is a mistery.
If "z" is who I think he is he is definately NOT adopted. Have you seen the nose on that guy? Looks just like dads. Besides... I remember distantly having him move into my bedroom as a mere glob. Nope. He is truly one of us. And for that I am truly thankful.
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