Veteran of Growing Up
An essay by Chad Schomber
There were no medals for it. No parades. Not even a laminated certificate. Just a silent graduation. One day you were balancing on a banana seat and the next you were tightening your jaw while reading a gas bill. But you earned it. You… a veteran of growing up.
Kids back then didn’t call it character-building. They called it Tuesday. They called it “go o…


