WHEN you’re a kid, life is just one long rite of passage. First steps, first day at school, first time swimming without armbands, first sleepover and all that.
But the thing is, at least when your kids are little, even if they’ve been shouting at you all day like the psychopathic drill instructor in Full Metal Jacket, at least you know where they are and what they’re doing.
Any lingering apron strings that our 11-year-old daughter may still have been tied to were severed once and for all last weekend when she went to town on a shopping trip with her friends – without a grown-up to keep tabs on her.
See the Lancaster Guardian (11-02-11) for full story.