I guess I lived the life of an average teenager. I hated school, felt rebellious in my own ways, and did my best at impressing the beauties walking down the halls of Martinsburg High. I thought it was ridiculous that from 5 years old to 17, your schooling defined you, and doing what you were told was what you'd have to live by. I just had to play the game. It wasn't until I got my license when things started to take a turn. I discovered the beauty of leaving and going wherever I pleased, and though I was only 16, I felt so liberated. When I entered my final year of high school, I was exposed to the one thing that would change me forever. The one thing that literally hypnotize me and have complete control over my body and mind: a girl.

With these two things combined, my license to drive and that curly haired beauty in the passenger seat, I felt unstoppable. My academic career moved to the back seat, and what I has suspected was buried deep inside of me began to show. Mischievousness took over my senior year, and the two of us would skip classes to go and discover each other. With ma and pa working their nine to five, we had the run of the house.

With many close calls from both sets of parents, we embraced our youthful, energetic romance, and we look back at those days with half a grin and jokes that only make sense to us. We still recall the secret codes and precautions we took, and the pride of being successful rule breakers. And I'm sure that when she reads this, she'll be thinking the same thing I am: no regrets. And yes, she is still around.