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Leo went to the audition. He got the part. And somewhere, probably in a different CVS parking lot, Nansy smiled, opened her notebook, and wrote a new line: Phase two: The senior center break-in. For fun, of course.

“That,” she panted, leaning against a dumpster behind a CVS, “is what I call teen funs.” teen funs nansy

Her parents picked her up that evening. As her minivan disappeared around the corner, our phones buzzed with a new group chat name. She’d changed it herself before leaving. Leo went to the audition

Thus began the summer of Nansy’s Grand Teen Funs Extravaganza . For fun, of course

Maya replied instantly: Fake an alien invasion.

Day four, we attempted her signature event: “Slip ‘n’ Sizzle.” She’d laid out a tarp in her backyard, greased it with cooking spray, and then used a pressure washer to create a slip-n-slide that ended in a kiddie pool filled with orange soda. “Live a little!” she cackled as Leo belly-flopped into the fizz. We emerged sticky, scraped, and laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe. My hair smelled like discount citrus for a week.

It was the summer that nearly broke the GPS, and certainly broke the definition of "teen fun," thanks to Nansy.