I wanted to read Nancy Drew mysteries all summer. Mom wanted me out of her hair.
Go knock on doors. Find friends. Breathe the outside air.
I hated it. But I probably learned more outside the house than I did inside. I joined a rec softball league and learned to be the worst player on a team. I hung out with a girl whose dad raced stock cars and learned engines were another path to a man’s heart.
And I also learned to lie to my mother. At least once a week, I biked to the library and read all day and breathed the delicious musty air of books.