1965: lost in south carolina

Having an 18-year-old college freshman in the house has me remembering the year long ago when I was a similar creature.  I, like James, moved pretty far away from home for college.  I, unlike James, knew nobody where I went, and, when I remember how naive I was, how incredibly sheltered I had been, and the weirdness of the school, it's a wonder I survived that phase of my life at all.  But when I see him and other people his age making what I think are not the best decisions or being less than motivated, I make myself remember what it was like.  It's hard to not try too hard to spare him any mistakes.