This book is for those that still remember their first real kiss or their first black eye. This is for those who remember their cuts and bruises and scrapes and the fun they had getting them. This is for those that still remember their first broken heart and the tears that they shed from it. This is for those that can still remember the "guys." The bullies and the bookworms, the jokers and the jesters and the tubbies and the tom boys. This is for the ones that remember that feeling that we had when were just trying to find a way to make sense of it all without a blueprint or a guideline. This is for the ones always trying make it to the other side of adolescence unscathed amid the peer pressure and the fear of not fitting in. For all of pain and pleasures of that time, most of us made it through. Some did not. I often hear people say that "if you could go back, to what age." For all of its wonders and memories, I would have to pass. If I were to change one second of that time I would not be here writing this book that I have thoroughly enjoyed reminiscing. However, it is just a place to visit. In my did all those memories happen that way? If not, I'll keep those memories
