My first career was teaching. Many think that I was crazy when I tell them I taught eighth grade girls for 15 years. “The hormones!” they exclaim.
But there’s something special about adolescent years. Like “Alice in Wonderland,” you are sometimes big and sometimes little. My favorite characterization was when I took the class on a train trip. They huddled in excited whispers talking about boys, while clutching stuffed animals.
I experienced adolescence dichotomy with my twin pre-teen grandsons: hair gel and dancing to pop music, while anxious to play with their Legos. They are growing up way too fast.