Too Young For My Own Good

Today I was glancing through a Southern Living magazine and happened upon a beautiful ad for Grove Park Inn.

A group of friends and I plus our "keepers" spent one night there when we were too young to know where we were and they were too old to realize we would not appreciate it at all.
We were too busy playing tricks on friends, like folding them up in the roll-away bed or making crank wake up calls.

That chuckle called to mind the wonderful tour of the White House during the Camelot era when Mrs. Kennedy had refurbished it.  The Blue Room and all the other great places we rushed through like we had dinner reservations with Troy Donahue.

 We were too occupied with the new guys we were standing in line with.  That and hurrying back to the bus to get the best seats in the back.

Then, there was that wonderful trip to Annapolis, the home of the Naval Academy. My group made beauty shop appointments and had our hair done because we might see some midshipmen who would be over the moon for us when they took one look at our glamorous "make-overs." One of them might turn out to be "an officer and a gentleman."

Oh, yes, I was far too young to appreciate the real value of this trip. But I was just the right age to make great teenage memories.