Reasons I'm Happy I'm a Parent, Not a Kid, in 2015

At least 20 times in the past month, I've remarked how glad I was that so few of my teen years were documented. The world is a better place without thousands of pictures of me prebraces with bleached, feathered hair, rocking full Flashdance couture.

These days, everything is captured, able to be preserved — and possibly manipulated — for the whole world to see. Though this comes in handy when documenting a government coup, your average kid is at best posting yet another picture of her pumpkin spice latte, at worst posting a video of a classmate in a compromising position.