Surviving Armageddon
It was 4 months after my 16th birthday when my older sister and I were told to sit for a family meeting. Family meetings were common and most of the time were some form of educational session. My parents were survivalists and we lived in the deep woods of Canada for three or four months at a time, preparing for life after Armageddon. We had normal city lives too but even then we were closer as a family than to friends. Our family meetings usually heralded some important event. We sat at the table across from our parents, my dad looked at us “Have either of you two had sex yet?” My heart clunked almost to a stop and I felt my face blanch. What the hell kind of a question was that? You don’t …