We were all kids once, right? We all did stupid things. We all lived without the benefit of the wisdom of experience, aside from that of our parents. And of course, when we were kids, we cared nothing for the experience of our parents.
I had a conversation, the other day, with somebody I used to know. I would call her an old friend now, but at the time, she was somebody I used to know. At one point during our very pleasant dialog, she apologized. She said she was sorry for how she acted when we were younger.
She apologized for behavior from over a decade ago. For something I had already forgiven and forgotten. After all, we were just kids.
It got me thinking. At what point in life do we leave behind the sins of our past? There must be a time when we become adults and all the stupid things we did can be chalked up as kids being kids. Or is there no statute of limitations on the actions of children?
I like to think that I’ve grown up and left that behind me. But speaking with her, it makes me wonder: is there something that I should apologize to somebody for?