I was a first born, rule following, kid. IF by chance I didn’t follow a rule my conscience talked to me so loudly that I would run to my mama with tears in my eyes and spit out a blubbering confession (ex: the time I shaved my legs on a dare at a slumber party in the 5th grade.) AND I didn’t just rat on myself I would rat on ANY kid who might have possibly broken a rule. Yep, I was your super classic good girl. I can remember getting invited to a “cool kid” party in the 7th grade and when  ...