Quote Originally Posted by OakLeaf View Post
Remind me to tell you the story of the first time I got drunk, where on the way to the movies there were seven of us in the cab of my friend's pickup (no back seats in those days), and it was so crowded that one person had to work the clutch, another worked the steering wheel, gas and brake, and a third operated the shift lever.

Or not. The things we survived as kids...
Yeah, I know. I am regularly out with a kid whose parents saw fit to buy him (he is 16) a white panel van with a bed and full boom boom stereo system in it (these are educated parents). He transports around half the city. He manages to be wherever trouble is. Not my kid. I don't believe any kid is an angel, so why give them opportunity to be labeled as the harborer of trouble.