How Much Should We Tell Our Teens About Our Bad Choices In High School?

I was a typical teenager circa 1980. I stole packs of cigarettes from the Marlboro Light carton on top of the fridge. I experimented with weed and drank enough that I feel lucky to have never run afoul of fate or the law. When I wasn’t running the streets, I was busy hiding my shenanigans from my parents with varying degrees of success.

Now, when I reflect on the highlight reel of my youth through the parental lens, I freak the freak out.

There should be a Serenity Prayer for parents in this...