I was 16, going to a Christian high school and being a hardcore Christian. I went on my first (and only) missions trip that year, to Mexico. I had bad hair, greasy skin, knew nothing of the real world, didn't know what a rave was, but was happy in my naivete, not yet knowing the harshness that the real world can bring...I was content in thinking that society and the world were good and positive.
I went to my first "rave" (seeing Fatboy Slim spin through one night at Woodstock 99) two years later, and haven't looked back since. And I'm a lot happier now, in my "heathen" life.
