I have three very vivid memories of the summer of 1997:
1. Teen summer camp at the YMCA. We would take daily field trips to beaches, parks, and other fun places throughout our state. I remember an older boy who smelled like Cheetos kept trying to hit on me, and the other two people I befriended became make-out buddies. What I thought would be an interesting two weeks turned out to be rather annoying (the Cheetos breath, oh, the Cheetos breath) and uneventful. So, instead of making new friends, I made a bazillion friendship bracelets.