That's why I don't "hang out" at the mall. Why should I? Gas is high as hell, I have no money, and mall walking hurts my feet BADLY.

Now that I think about it, your parents make sense. What the hell you doin' hangin' out at a mall? Hah! When I was your age, me and my friends would gather up the neighborhood dogs for a few pennies. Later, we'd have lunch on the side of the railroad tracks and count all the train cars. Sometimes, we'd see who could climb to the top of the tallest tree near the creek.