More Remembrances
The summer before I went into high school, I remember being terrified that there would be "drug users" there, because I'd seen way too many "Dawn: Portrait of a Teenage Runaway" type movies as a kid.
My dad could not talk me out of my vision of zitty long-hairs clogging high school hallways, nonchalantly leaning against lockers with syringes dangling from their forearms.