I find growing up highly overrated sometimes. Yeah the freedom is cool and being independent is great and all by just like most great things they come with a price. In the case of growing up, the price is responsibility. Tonight was suppose to be the perfect start to the perfect week. We had counted down the days for months. All summer we just wanted it to finally be here, August 11th finally a break from everything. My friends strategically planned out the train trip and subway ride with no driving involved. So naturally the alcohol part of the plan was there too. I've never been a big drinker but just this once I agreed to give up my position as mom of the group, just for tonight. I'll give you a little spoiler alert to my story. My night ended with one of my friends past out in a hospital bed with needles and tubes sticking out of her arm. My friend, the one I used to play tag with on the playground. We always wanted to grow up.we always wanted to be anywhere but where we were.