At the party, I witnessed some tears as many remembered the home, friends and family they’d been forced to leave behind 49 years ago, but mostly I heard laughter. Men and women, hugging each other and reminiscing about their teen years. Many who hadn’t seen each other in almost 50 years laughed at some of the expanding waistlines and receding hairlines, but you could tell that, in their mind's eye, they were still the same teenagers that were thrust together back in the early 1960's.
This all reminded me that no matter how old you are, your teen years are always a special time and you really don’t lose those feelings (although sometimes so-called maturity buries it a bit). Maybe that’s why YA books appeal to so many, and yes, THAT is why I write.