Sixteen

Yesterday was my stepdaughter’s 16th birthday, so this weekend we had the pleasure of sharing the house with a group of 15 and 16 year old girls.

We had a good time. I was pleasantly surprised at their level of interest in the kinds of things that interest me. We had conversations about music (they like both Pink Floyd and The Clash). We watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show. A certain amount of alcohol was consumed.

It all got a bit surreal briefly over dinner on Saturday night. They started talking about the toys that they had collected when they were younger – My Little Pony and things like that. When 16 year olds start getting nostalgic it’s all gone very strange.

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