Parents Just Don't Understand

Parents just don’t understand us kids. We kids like to play around and have fun, but parents are always boring and stiff. They can’t comprehend all the new slang phrases, which we employ frequently; and, while we kids chase after and abide by the latest fashions of dress, our parents don’t care if the clothes they’re wearing are out of style or even blatantly frumpy. Just look at my dad: goodness gracious! his jeans are worn out with greasy stains all over them, and his shirt is stamped with the logo of a trucking company that is decidedly uncool. He might as well be holding a sign that reads “I am a dork.” And, whereas kids are youthful, parents are often upwards of thirty years old. — However, I’ll most likely someday become a parent myself; so I still try to love and respect them. Now here’s a personal testimony:

Personal Testimony

I wanted to go to the Rock-&-Roll concert that had come to town; so I asked my parents, but they said: “No.”

So I said: “All my friends are going — why can’t I go too?” But my parents remained unbending; therefore I said: “Both of you know nothing,” and I telephoned my crew and told them to come and pick me up. My parents then told me that if I disobeyed them, I would regret it. Yet I was furious, so I ignored this warning. 

Now my friends arrived at my house, and I snuck out the back door; then we drove off to the concert. The group performing was Buddy Holly and the Crickets. They played a good show — it was really something to see. 

So, there I was, having a good time, hanging out at the show with my friends. Our tickets were excellent: we were in Row 17. Soon we met a few young ladies who started flirting with us. 

Just then, however, I heard some people calling my name, so I looked up onstage, where the voices were coming from, and, behold, it was my mom and my dad: They were standing in front of the band, saying, “Bryan, we told you not to go to the show.” And they made the security guards come to Row 17 and drag me away. When this happened, my friends began to laugh. All I could do was shrug and say, “Parents just don’t understand.”