It was a perfect Thanksgiving. The food was delicious and plentiful. Three generations of my mother’s family had gathered. Some lounged in the living room watching the football game or in the dining room telling stories.
Growing up is hard. Few adults can dispute that. Even in a community like the Grand Haven area — known proudly for its friendly atmosphere, warm smiles and sunny beaches — missteps for teenagers are bountiful.
A few days before Halloween, my family was talking about scary things like vampires, ghosts, goblins and sasquatch, when suddenly my 9-year-old, Evien, asked, "Dad, what is the scariest thing that ever happened to you?"