Exactamundo. Kids. :roll: Gotta love 'em.
The irony here is, this story could have been written about me. This exact same thing happened to me back in high school. It was handled amongst the families and looking back over 30 years ago, I can still feel the trauma that followed that event. I do feel sorry for those kids. I can relate.
I can also relate to the young people on this forum to whom we are blessed to have amongst us and their views on the subject.
But trust me when I tell you this because it comes from the heart. When you get a little mud on your tires, and your ears dry out a little as you find yourself drying other little ears, you have a tendency to change your tune and look at things differently. When you hair starts going from gray to white and any hint of anything youthfully brown has been long past seen, and you find yourself responsible for teenagers and their well being, you look at things differently. Thank goodness we do. Us old codgers know a helluva lot more about being a twenties-something know it all than a twenty-something know it all knows about being 50.
I wish I could meet with you all again in 25 years and see how you feel about this then.