When I was 13 years old, I was picked up by the police at 3 a.m. for violating our town’s curfew for kids under the age of 16. (Before you leap to conclusions about how poorly my parents must have been raising me, I will add that I was “camping out” with some friends in a tent in one of our yards, and we snuck out to go visit a group of girls sleeping in a tent in another friend’s yard).
