I graduated High School on my Eighteenth Birthday, June 3rd, 1985. It was a time of innocence, fun, sex, drugs, beer. I still thought that people were basically good. I've lost that feeling lately, and I'm worse off for it. I miss kissing Sherry in her front lawn as the fireworks were going off right over our head. I miss playing high school sports, dunking a baskeball and throwing TD passes. High School REALLY was the best times in life. Because of the people who made each day a helluva lo...