I know I cannot control time, but I sure wish I could. We celebrated my son's 13th birthday last night, and I was thinking today how well I remember being that age. I am 41, but 13 seems not terribly long ago. I remember where I was, what I was doing, what I was thinking, and what I was going through. All of this is somewhat concerning to me. Surely this cherub son of mine (who incidentally ins about 5'7" and 155) could not be like those memories. My son is now taller and much larger than his mother, but to me he still seems a little boy. My wife reminds me that at 6'7", 255 anyone seems small to me. This whole teenager thing is going to be hard, I can tell.