When my alarm goes off at 5:15 every weekend I want to groan, but then I remember what I was doing as a 14 year old. I was just sneaking back into the house at that time 🤦🏼‍♀️ So I’m thankful that my teen is asking me to get up at this ungodly hour on the weekends so he can go run 2.5 miles in blazing heat for cross country and then go on a 14 mile bike ride the next day with friends. If this is what a sheltered childhood looks like, I’m here for it! teenlife