I remember when I was 18 staying with my grandmother Bess, who was in her late 50s then. My parents had very little to do with her but she was kind to me when I was a young teenager so I always kept her address and phone number. In fact, I didn’t even bother telling my parents I was intending to stay with her for a weekend, as by that time I was virtually living away from home anyway.
As this was part of a long solo interstate trip