The original version of this story was the result of a class assignment in Composition II. We were supposed to write a story about something foolish that we had done. As usual, I was the oldest student in the class, the younger students had stories about staying out too late or drinking as minors. I don't know what moved me to write the story that I did. I had never told a living soul about what happened that night. I was suddenly faced with the fact that I was going to have to read the story aloud in class. Reading it aloud for the first time was almost as painful as when it happened, but afterward I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. By admitting publicly what had happened, I was now able to better deal with it. My Comp. II professor encouraged me to pursue the story further, so I rewrote it and entered the story in the SAU Literary Contest. I was surprised and very flattered to win 1^st place honors in that contest with this story. Invariably, the first question that readers ask about this story is whether or not it's true. The answer is yes. I've changed the names, other than that it's just the way that I remember it happening. And believe me, I have remembered it a thousand times.