Last weekend, I took a camping trip with two of my closest friends at Lake Corpus Christi. We hiked, went swimming, kayaked, and everything else you would expect from a camping trip. But one thing stayed on my mind the whole time: my parents weren’t there. I had just turned 18 two weeks before, and it was my first time doing something independently as an adult. Driving over there (which is also the farthest I’ve ever driven alone) is when it hit me: “I’m an adult.” I started thinking about how I’m 18, and next year my friend, Ian, sitting...