stories for boys

Everyone grows up. Remember the Monty Python phase? The phase where you think you’re old enough to be called an adult? Or even a young adult? Where you believe you have finally reached your pinnacle of maturity? Even though you’ll continue maturing for another fifteen years. I’m pretty sure it occurred for me sometime during my freshman year of high school. I distinctly remember having parties (both birthday and slumber [which were never called slumber parties, being boys and all -- overnighters then]) where the plans depended on which Monty Python movies were in stock at the video store. Over and over again until you had the film memorized. Maybe it wasn’t Monty Python for you. But I’ll bet it was something.