The mother's day I remember best was when I was in 5th grade. Evan Plath, a kid from down the street named Justin Buffington, and I threw a surprise party for our moms. It was Justin's idea: we prepared snacks in the utmost secrecy, and made excuses to lure our moms to the party location . . .

. . . and a good time was had by all. I remember it as one of the last clean wins of childhood. So much gnarly stuff happened to us not long after, but I have that memory . . .