What boomer doesn’t remember slumber parties in high school? Oh, the antics — and the trouble we got into!
As a teen, I went to many slumber parties at the homes of my girlfriends and they came to mine. Usually, the slumber parties were held in the basements of homes, but in my case, my parents took the basement and we girls had the run of the house, including my parents’ bedroom, which was used for side conversations, drama and sometimes tears. My parents were saints.