Don't take life too serious.

I Was A Teenager Once.


We pull up to the party. I can’t believe these idiots are throwing water balloons in to the street, right next to the police officer directing traffic. Fourth of July is the busiest day of the year in our little town and these fools are drawing attention to a house full of drinking teenagers.

Kathy and I laugh about it – until sirens and lights surround the house.


That’s exactly what we do. We run!

Kathy takes off across the school soccer field. I hear her shouting for me to follow her, but I don’t. I head down a little alley, in between the school and the next house over.


I beg my feet to please run faster, praying I can make it to my house a few blocks away.

I said stop, right now!”

I know I’m busted. I stop in my tracks. My 15 year old self, is petrified.

The police officer walks me back to the party house. He sits me in the circle of delinquents, on the front lawn. Here we sit, all with a defeated, scared, slightly intoxicated look on our faces, as people drive by gawking at us. No one is talking.

Two officers are standing near by, chatting and keeping an eye on us. The other officer is leading kids inside the house, one by one, and having them call their parents.

Parents are showing up, furious and embarrassed. Lisa gets pulled to the car by her ear. Brian, the guy that should have graduated three years ago and always buys the beer, just got slapped across his face by his mom.

I’m playing out in my head, what I think my mom will say. Something catches my eye and I look up. I see Kathy! She’s walking right by all of us. That bitch! How did she pull that off?

I hear my name being called to the house. I’m a nervous wreck. I sit down at the table and the police officer makes me call my mom.

I call and confess. She gives me a verbal lashing and asks to speak to the officer. She explains she can not drive and will he please give me a ride home. He agrees and back outside, to the circle of shame I go. I have to wait for every single kid to get picked up. I get the evil eye from every, single parent.

Finally, I’m being driven home. The officer walks me up to our second story apartment and makes sure to touch base with my mom. She scolds me in front of him, making it known I will be punished. The officer gives me one more short lecture and leaves.

I am speechless, just staring at my mom.

I’m suddenly startled.

Kathy jumps out of the bathroom, shouting, “I told you to follow me!”

The three of us bust out laughing, breaking the awkward silence.

My mom is definitely not ok with what just happened. However, as we re-enact the details of this crazy night, mocking the kids darting off in every direction like scurrying ants and the parents arriving, one after the other, plucking their child from the ring of rebellion – she can’t help but shake her head, and laugh with us.


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38 thoughts on “I Was A Teenager Once.”

  1. Oh man, I really enjoyed reading this. It’s cool that your mom could remember what it was like enough to laugh. Because the teen years. Oof. When I look back at some of the shit I pulled… ::: shudders ::: What the hell was I thinking? Only at the time, it seemed so important that I do [insert stupid typical teenage shenangian]. Like it was the only way I could feel alive or something.

    1. I’m quite shocked I never spent time in jail through out my party stage/decade 🙂

      Thinking about Kathy jumping out of the bathroom, cracks me up every time.

  2. I think at that point I’d have to assume my kid had been punished enough. I mean, you had to ride home with the COPS.

    Of course, I NEVER did anything so foolish when I was a teen. Heavens, no! 😉

    1. Of course Not! Trust me, this was one of the stories I COULD tell without either embarrassing or incriminating myself. I had a friend’s dad tell me recently, “I’d have a few less gray hairs, if it weren’t for you two girls”, in reference to me and my high school partner in crime, his daughter. Made me shake my head and apologize profusely…I get it now.

      1. All of my best stories are highly incriminating. I should probably look up the statute of limitations on some of that stuff. 🙂

        When my son was small I would dance in the grocery store and that sort of thing. He would say, “MooooOM! Stooop. You’re emBARRASSing me!”

        I told him it was PREvenge: he was going to embarrass me way more than I could ever embarrass him.

    1. She took off like a bat out of hell! ha ha…I still am not sure how I was the one in the circle of shame and there she was, hanging out at my house!

  3. You definitely had the cool mom. I bet even the cops were having a hard time taking it seriously, having been teenagers themselves, once. Well told story 🙂

    1. They were probably just ticked off they had to chase a bunch of drinking teenagers all over town. I’m sure they had better things to be doing. Thanks for reading 🙂

    1. Oh high school… the best and worst of times. 🙂 I’m amazed this is my only (well maybe there is one more but that one can’t be discussed so damn openly) story involving the cops.

    1. She was. But I have to say, at that point in her life, she was trying to wrap her head around mothering me at all. I had only come to live with her less than a year earlier. Before then, she was never capable of raising me…soooo there’s that.

  4. NOTHING is worse than the idea of getting in trouble as a teenager. I was frightened to death of cops.

    1. Even now, if a cop is behind me while I’m driving, I could be doing nothing wrong and I panic. Ridiculous, I know. Back then though, phew… I managed to avoid them most of the time.

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