Every once in awhile when I was a young teenager, my friends and I would organize a party. It didn't take much to put one together. All we needed was a basement, plenty of snacks, a record player, records, boys and a parent to agree to have the party at their home.
Since the majority of my social life centered around church friends, the party guests were boys and girls from my ward. My friends and I were always hopeful that the latest boy that we had a crush on would be able to come. There wasn't much pairing off. But occasionally, a boy and girl who liked each other would make out when the lights were dimmed.
Most of the time was spent listening to records, talking and dancing. The parents were always at home and would make the obligatory visit downstairs to check on things. It was usually done under the guise of seeing if we needed any more food.
For the most part, it was just good, wholesome fun with the kids from church.
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