Breathless Kisses, Cigarettes and Eddie Van Halen

Photo by Emily Rudolph on Unsplash

In 1978 I was 14. That age when you want to be grown up, but you don’t know how to do it. An age when you are curious and a bit scared of everything. An age where you still seek the approval of your parents and the guilt of letting them down weighs heavy on your shoulders.

I was not a goodie goodie perfect 14-year-old, but I was timid. I hid my meekness behind a big mouth, a lot…