Downtown Andover.

When I was in sixth grade, bestowed upon me was this fantastic freedom, this newfound ability to go downtown. And so I did. Frequently, at the end of the week, me and some other sixth graders (who probably did not want me there, tagging along was sort of my specialty) would go downtown and do random things. Now, there really is nothing downtown that no other town has. We have a few pizza places, a library, Starbucks, Bruggers, a candy store, a CVS...Nothing special or great. So what did we do? We bought candy at CVS, hung out in the back of Bruggers, fucked around in the park. Pointless stuff.

So, my mom would always ask what I was going downtown, because moms seem to enjoy knowing that type of thing. And I would always have a pretty shitty answer, something like "I don't know, go to CVS, buy something at Bruggers, hang out." I would always wonder, "Why the hell does she ask me that kind of question? Isn't 'hang out' a satisfactory explanation of what I'm going to do?" Now, I know better, Moms have a compulsive need to know everything that happens with their child, firstly, and secondly, there is, literally, nothing to really do downtown. CVS is for running ERRANDS. It is not intended to be a fun hangout place for giggling preteens. Nor is the back of Bruggers, and you should not go to Starbucks and get fucking frappuchinos if you are a little giggling girl and do not drink coffee. At least get a normal people beverage that costs less than five dollars for a small. Starbucks is a coffee shop, not a dessert store. Sweet Mimis so obviously hates the humongous mound of backpacks that accumulates on their floor. And the park. Okay. It is not okay to take your sixth grade girlfriend to the park and make out. Or behind CVS. Or anywhere. It is daylight, and in public, and even when you are grown up that is incredibly obnoxious. Even if you took it to a fucking room, you are in sixth grade and that is weird. Wait. You will not regret it, and when you grow to be older and more mature, you will be glad.

Eventually, you sixth graders will realize you are not that old, and you are not the shit, even if you travel in giant hoards around downtown and think you are. Believe me, when you are my age you look like a little nugget child.

Downtown is not the place to run around and do stupid pointless shit. There are funner places to do that. Calm yo' hormones children! Soon enough you will come to your senses and realize downtown is not that great.

P.S. Sorry to the people who may read this and do not live where I do and will not understand this.