Noah had twelve hours of Black Belt testing today with a short dinner break, so we grabbed food in nearby Turkey Creek. No, we didn’t go get a turtle out of the swamp. We picked up bbq and wandered around a bit before returning him to the studio for the very last of his testing. A short distance in front of us, some teenagers were playing hacky sac on the sidewalk. I practically had to restrain Doug to keep him from running ahead to join in on the fun. We wandered in a store where I failed in my attempts to convince Doug to buy a different incense. The stuff he is using now makes our basement smell like a lingerie department. I think it must be called soapy jungle gardenia. We left the store empty handed to find the police harassing the hacky sac teens. The police car even had their blinky lights flashing. Younger children on heelys were allowed to dart in front of cars in the parking lot and run over shoppers in the stores, but the teenagers who weren’t bothering anyone were sent to find another place to play. Stupid. I have seen the mall police scolding the teenagers who linger too long in one place. Malls everywhere are banning teenagers during certain hours. Where exactly would the public like those stuck between childhood and adulthood to gather? Aren’t they safer out in public than hidden away from adults? I may be in the middle of my annual pity party, but I would never want to be a teenager again.