Evolve or remain.

I was 16 years old, it was summer, and one of my friends and I were sitting across from one another at a table in a frozen yogurt shop. It was beautiful out. And most of you, if you're reading this, are probably thinking that this is going to be a happy story- so I'm sorry to have to tell you that you're wrong. This isn't a cute story about a girl and her friend enjoying frozen yogurt in the sweltering heat of a Kansas summer. This isn't a story about being 16 and being blissfully careless. And to be quite honest, it isn't even anywhere close.  After getting our dessert and finally finding a small table for ourselves, we sat down and I started to tell her about the things in my life that had happened since the last time we'd talked. Not big things by any means, or anything that was particularly significant, but I figured she'd still want to hear about them. Remember how you were wrong earlier in this post? This is where I catch up to you, because...