I got the same promotion to adulthood you did when I was a kid. My mom died when I was 12. I had her for a while at least. I’m sorry you didn’t get to have memories of yours. But — you described this perfectly. I am claiming the teenage years I never had! Rock concerts! Travel! Dancing! Whatever I Want To Do! My coworkers nick named me the 50 year old teenager — um…8 years ago. When I got the first tattoo and the motorcycle. ;)

Catch me if you can…