Ah yeeah, that was me.

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Swimming naked in Mountain lake with the Pearages and Jones's an hour or two before dawn?
Running through Neptune NJ, after my friend Diane when she failed out of Nursing School?
Going for a ride on the back of a motorcycle, with a "friend" all along the beach in NJ, then telling them< "ILL never see you again, you know that right?"?
Smoking cigarettes with drug addicts and alcoholics, and having some of my best conversations?
Sitting next to Betty Ford for dinner and showing her pictures of my daughters?
Drinking beer in Amy's basement at 17 and dancing around to Rick Springfield and Pat Benatar?
Looking for a date on a dating site, to just "Mess around with once a week" ?
Then marrying him?
Skinny dipping in the pool out the mountain after too much beer, but even more laughs?
Driving around tims apartment in the middle of the night, spying on him, becasue I just couldnt STEP away?

Are these all of  uhh yeah?'s....nope.
But for every one of the time I did something, silly, dumb, impulsive there were three times I didnt.
Most of the impulsive ideas I resisted were good choices.
But One of the three, yeah... should have done it.
So when I hear or see one of my children do something that makes me think"WHAT were you thinking?"
I remember...
Did they hurt anyone?
Will they get hurt from this?
Can they recover?
well OK then, go ahead have fun, be careful and...
write  it  down.!!!!!



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