Teens Stories

I headed over to Bo’s house about 10 am on the first day of our summer vacation. He lived just a few blocks away. We’d spent every day of the last four summers in his pool. We both had just turned sixteen, Bo in April and me in February. So, this year I was driving my hand-me-down fifteen-year-old Jeep to his house instead of my bicycle. Bo and I met on the first day of sixth grade and found we had several classes togethe...