I remember being 14. The only thing my mother could have done to impress me would have been to set her hair on fire and run bare breasted down mainstreet while singing "Purple Haze".
That would have impressed you?!?
That would have caused me to seek eternal sanctuary in a tibetan nunnery and change my name to Xgthkj. Something unpronouncable so no-one could ever identify me again! <img src="/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />
Of course my Mom was the children's choir director at my church... that might explain the discrepancy in our reactions. <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />