Okay, I am having a time here at 1 am in the morning remembering when I met a girl in 9th grade. Her name was Adrienne Welch. I went home with her one day and my stepmom Sandy picked me up after she got done with work. I think we did this because Adrienne wanted me to spend a Friday night at her house, but Sandy wanted to meet Adrienne’s mom first before any sleepovers were scheduled and we now lived in Janesville, Wisconsin after living in Milton for at least 8 years before leaving a neighborhood that watched over the kids very well, and now we were in an area we needed to be more cautious and careful with kids in the neigh or hood. I was 15 and a freshman at Marshall Junior High School now with no one I grew up with yet. I didn’t understand this, but Adrienne’s mom explained it to me on my first evening visit at Adrienne!s home, and then understood what Sandy wanted to do for me. She didn’t want me going in uncharted territory without my head on my shoulders and neck to get hurt and burned by peer pressure and she knew NOTHINB about Adrienne because she new friend at a new school. Now, at 55 years of age, I fully understand why, and if I had any kids of my own, z would want to meet the parents of my kids friends first before my kids spent the night at their friend’s house, too. My kids would be loved by me that much to be cautious and careful with my children. Hmmm? A great idea! It worked ou5 and I did get to spend the night at Adrienne’s that Friday night, too! Sandy had that right!