It was the summer I turned 13 when I got drunk for the first time. It was that same summer that I tried pot for the first time. By that summer, I had already been smoking for close to a year.
I had been making out with boys for two years by the time that summer rolled around. By the end of fifth grade, when I was 10 (and 3/4), my friends and I were playing Truth or Dare. Each of us always took the dare. And the dare was always to kiss someone else. By the summer I turned 13, kissing on the lips had moved onto French kissing had moved onto second base.
It was the summer I turned 13 that I FINALLY got the joke that had been told repeatedly BY ME since I had first heard it in fifth grade.
"Because his wife died" was the punchline that had fellow fifth graders then sixth graders then seventh graders laughing uproariously. I finally got it the summer I turned 13.
Why this nostalgic walk down Memory Lane on this fine fall day? My baby turns 13 in just over a week.