Full disclosure- I’m sitting by the bonfire and I’ve have more than my share so if I wake up and get pummeled or feel embarrassed so be it.
I was sitting by the fire tonight with a neighbor who’s about the same age and we got to talking about the old days. We had similar stories.
I was born in 1982. I am currently 40 years old. By almost anyone’s account I started “exploring life” early. By the time I had reached 13 I was smoking cigarettes every day, as well as smoking other things, consuming alcohol, and I did pretty well with the ladies which lead to some problems of their own.
I was telling my friend about the first time I smoked or had alcohol. I was 12. I was sleeping over at my friend Matt’s house. We took 4 beers from his dad and had stolen some smokes from somewhere. We snuck out about midnight and met our friend Dave. It was February 26th 1994. I still remember the day. We met Dave in the middle of bass lake in maple grove at midnight. We drank all of the beers and each smoked cigarettes. I remember staggering home pretty messed up but enjoying the whole experience.
Flash forward and I’m now 40 with 3 boys aged 13, 10, 5. None of my boys are even close to doing anything like this. Not only is my 13 year old not doing this but if I think about him faced with the prospect of it he would probably say that “sounds like too much effort”
I’m feeling conflicted. On the one hand i’m happy my boys aren’t into the bad stuff but I’m also thinking back about all of the amazing experiences that came out of these adventures i had. My kids will never get those.
What I’m wondering i guess from the elders on this forum is, is this a normal feeling? I don’t think it’s appropriate to coax my kids to behave the way I did but have you found ways to relay your feelings about your upbringing in a way that makes them understand you feel they are missing something?
As far as what my kids become, frankly I don’t care as long as they are happy and healthy but I feel like so much of what I became was a result of this early mischief. it feels weird to accept that there is no place for any of it in my kids world.