My 13-year-old's dream came true this week: She not only went to the One Direction concerts in Fort Lauderdale AND Orlando, she got to to see the British boy toys up close and in person, by making a concerted effort to hunt them down.
At their Orlando recording studio. At their hotel. Next to their black tour bus as they entered the arena. And in the best part of the story, my daughter and her friends were driving back from Orlando to South Florida and were next to the Brits' bus on Florida's Turnpike. They even stopped at the same rest stop, where the boys bought hamburgers.
As a teen, I had crushes on David Cassidy and Bobby Sherman, but never would have thought to seek them out outside the concert venue. How did our kids become such gutsy thrill-seekers?
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