It’s like there is an entire generation who listened to their parents’ warnings not to get distracted by their hormones and to keep their eyes on the prize.
Kids making noises with their armpits, boiled peanut shells tossed out of windows, and cries of "He's touching me!", "How much further?", and "I have to pee!" Let's hear it for family road trips
I was a slow reader. By second grade I was being pulled out of class daily for supplemental reading group, an embarrasment I could sense even at the age of seven
