We had all planned to camp in a vacant field the night of graduation. I pulled mom's wagon into the field, letting the tall grass whip against it as I drove a little to fast. I backed right up to a fire that was already blazing and put the tailgate down. I grabbed a beer so I'd fit in with everyone else, and sat and stared at the blazing fire and the strangers I'd gone to school with for four years. We swapped stories throughout the night, and when I couldn't drink another drop I staggered my sleeping bag in the back of mom's car. I woke up pleasantly surprised to find my new friend, Brad, passed out in a sleeping bag next to me.