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.