When I was twelve I flew to Alaska, standby. My best friend Sue Duncan had moved to North Pole, Alaska and my parents (unbelievably) stepped up and bought me a standby ticket from Ontario, California to Anchorage, Alaska. They sent me for six weeks. I had to change planes in Seattle and was warned that if I missed my flight I would have to hang tight and wait overnight until the morning flight. Now, I wonder, what were they thinking? No cell phones, no regular phone communication, definitely no letter writing from me. Today, when my beautiful twelve year old gets more than three feet away from me in lovely post Governor Giuliani New York City I go into a panic. She has a cell phone, I have a cell phone, my husband has a cell phone. Times have changed. Hold your kids close, hug them, love on them, you can't love them too much, even when they're twelve.
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