The Gift of Being Noticed
One of my daughters just turned fourteen, which has me thinking about the year I turned fourteen. I was a freshman in high school (I was always the youngest one in my grade) and my older sister was a senior. Our school was not within walking distance of any fast-food or commercial locations, so only juniors and seniors were accorded off-campus privileges. That year, my sister gave me the simple gift of taking me out to lunch with her friends…