Intro: Over Christmas I was having a clean out and found my old laptop from around six years ago. It has literally thousands of old photos from my teens and early 20’s (I’m now 28) which I started going through; they bought back a lot of memories. On impulse, I created this account and posted a couple of pics. Everyone’s been so nice and encouraging that it’s given me the fortitude to tell this story for the first time … to anyone.
Looking back, it was pretty dangerous, but I guess that’s what our teenage years are for. Hope you all enjoy.
I grew up in upper-middle class; both my parents worked and in high school I would catch the train to and from school. We lived near the end (or start) of the line and my school was something like 14 stations along, most of the way to the city. The trip would take around 30 minutes each way most days. Afternoons were crowded if I didn’t have football practice, and I usually stood up for most of the way home, but on the morning trip I always had a seat on account of it being the first stop back toward the city.