Hormones

My parents say that I didn’t go through a really long angry-teenager phase where I slammed doors and hated everyone.  They said there was a week or two where they would say “Good morning” and I would say “Shut up” and then one day it was over just like that.

I have one specific memory of getting into this big blow-out fight in the car on the way home from somewhere, it might even have involved all four of us.  I remember stomping into the house, fuming, slamming the door to my room and turning on the radio.  The song that came on was one that my friends and I had been listening to nonstop, and we loved it.  The familiar melody instantly calmed me down, and I sat down on my bed and listened to the whole song.  Then I went back out into the kitchen, smiling and ready to make up after our fight, and instead of being grateful to have a happy daughter back, my mom exclaimed in annoyance, “What happened to you, why are you so calm?!”

And that magical song, my friends, was LeAnn Rimes’ “How Do I Live.”