My memories of being a teen hold two polarities: moments of clear connection with my parents, “Yes, you can have the party here, and all your friends can hang out here with us” and deep divide (cue the sound of fast footsteps punitively chasing me up the stairs after being caught smoking weed, again). If we’re lucky, we carry several snapshots of times …
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