So we(my dh and I) went to the Haunted Mansion Friday night. We parked, walked to the ticket booth and waited in line. Yes we were the oldest people in the line. And I knew we would be older than most. It was Friday night after all. All the teens and pre teens were out and uhmmm dressed to impress? I seriously do not get the butt hanging out with the jeans belted at the knees. Anyway. Got out tickets and went to wait in the BIG line to get into the haunted house. We were surrounded by cheerleaders from surrounding towns and high schools(who spontaneously broke into a cheering battle now and then. After the 5th cheer it got old.) Some foot ball players. A few teen couples that I was hoping used birth control on a regular basis *Just WOW on that. I mean really Get a room. Or go back to your car* And what looked like a few actual gangs. Which explained the presence of the police this year. They split the group of 8 kids in front of us into two groups of 4 and sent us with the second group. Which always happens, not a problem. So in we went. The kids (who were really obnoxious in line) were extremely polite. The boy at the back of the group was calling back to us in the dark about strange footing and such(one boy leading the two girls in the middle and one boy in the back,, then us.) Then we entered one room that was set as a kitchen of a house. It was disgusting, but hey.. it's supposed to be scary. Anyway. The man in the room called me "mama" twice. I didnt think anything of it. Until later. He thought I was the MOM of one of the kids we were with! They were at least 14! GACK. I have a 6 year old!! But then again I stared late. And if my first pregnancy, with my first husband had been viable(miscarriage at 2 months) in 1992 I would have a *gasp* 16 year old now. So it is indeed a possibility that one of those kids could have been mine. WOW. It was a big slap of reality. BIG!!! I am still not sure how "this" happened. This being the WOW I am old enough to be the mom of a teen that would soon be driving. Ack Ack Ack. And that I will be nearly 50 when my daughter gets her license. ACK When did I get "old"?