It isn't that I don't understand. I do. I remember just wanting to "hang out". Just being with your friends, talking about whatever, until someone's parent called them home, then we all understood that meant we should all go home. (Side story: There was one parent that would blow a whistle when she wanted her son to come home. It always pissed me off. I would say "You're not a dog! Why don't they just call your name?" I was a brat. I totally get the whistle thing now. )
My mind races with naughty thoughts of what's going on with this group of kids I've known for years. Even though I know where they are, I have no control over what their doing. ACK! Lack of control!!!
I talk to my daughter until she "can't take it anymore" - her words. I have to step back and hope my words have made it to her head. To be that lovely nagging voice, er - voice of reason, that stops her from doing... I don't know! Bad stuff!
Was I really counting down the days until summer vacation?