My teenage years were not quite the rebellious era one would think.
The biggest thing I did was sass Granny and live to tell about it.
While other kids were sneaking out to go to parties, I thought I was big stuff if I cruised the Piggly Wiggly with my friends.
I lived in righteous fear that I would be caught and have to endure the wrath of Granny and Mama.
Mama would take away anything that mattered to me – namely, my phone.
Granny, on the other hand, was her own brand of punishment and could instill fear in the devil himself.
So, needless to say, I stayed out of trouble.