Ah, 16. Just entering junior year. That carefree time just on the cusp of SAT's, college applications and worrying about the future. Not quite the "senior" top of the heap, but it's a long look down at the incoming freshman. They don't even know what they don't know but they think they've got it all figured out. We moved here when my oldest was entering 6th grade. Not an easy time to start all over in a new town, new school. But one by one these kids found him and they've all been together ever since, this bunch. Bright futures for all I predict, but for now, just enjoying the last days of summer crunching some Italian ice pilfered from my freezer.