First cars and being taught how to drive by the poster child for road rage, your old man. First loves and the heart stopping moment when you asked that special someone out on a first date. Majestically bestowed snow days where you could be found careening to an almost certain death down a monster of a hillside on your Flexible Flyer.
May we present youth, free of pubescent acne and Brut cologne, from a time when we were still innocent and the hardest part of the day was making sure you had enough players for a pickup game of baseball or were forced into learning the Hustle from an overzealous girlfriend.
