When I was 14, me and my best friend Peter Kim decided to take his older sisters Honda Accord out for a spin.
He lived 2 doors down.
My parents weren’t home.
His parents weren’t home.
After our 15 minute adventure through the streets surrounding Shamrock High we pulled back into Peter’s garage.
Smiling and giggling and on top of the world.
Then I looked in the rear view mirror and saw Carmen (mom) parked at the end of his driveway staring a hole through the back of my head.
So began the longest month of restriction this Panamanian teenager had ever experienced.

What’s some of the worst trouble you ever got in during your teen days?