I should be a wise mother right now and tell you that you're not allowed to step until you're 32 and have black band karate. But you know what? That wouldn't be fair of me...

Your mother was lucky to have an old head (yes, sarcasts, she still has it now. But now I am old too, then I was young, capiche?). I was 14 when I could go to the disco with my sister from (then) 18. Even though you had to be 18 to get in, no one asked for an ID at the time.
Then I found that a blessing - now it scares me a little...
Whatever I did with my sister... I don't have to think that you guys were gonna do the same.

I know you guys like my own pocket. When I tell you to behave, you'll say, “Why? You didn't do that either, did you?”
And that's where you have a point.

Of course, it is not wise to make you wiser than you already are: you already know far too much. But hey, I think you guys better listen to me if I'm honest and open. That you know that I have become wise by harm and shame, and that I speak from experience when I tell or recommend anything to you.

When I was 14, my sister was 18. Sister had a driver's license and together we went up the hort almost every night. We weren't hanging out on the street: we went to see a great-aunt, an uncle and aunt's, we went shopping, we went to the Mac or we went out for a walk.

At the disco, sister and I used to compete: who could score the most free drinks. At the same time, we ran a second competition: who could kiss the most boys.
It will not surprise you that 'kissing' and 'free drinks' come down to the same thing. We kissed a lot and happily (!!) no boy made a problem if we moved on to the next one after two drinks.
Equally clear: sister and I drank mainly soda - sister had to drive after all. Your kind and kind mother always sacrificed herself nicely to keep the alcohol levels away from her sister so it wouldn't affect her driving skills.

In the present time, this behavior is almost ungrateful: in one way or another the mentality of the boys is different and nowadays you are often labeled as “slutty”.

I mean by this to say:
Dear children,
I can forbid you what I want, but you are not going to listen to it (I hope), because you have to find out for yourself. The only thing I do ask you is:
Have a healthy dose of respect for yourself.

Oh, kids, going out can be so fun: please enjoy it unbelievably.


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