Each year, when graduation time rolls around, I think back to my graduation night at a high school in Florida. It was customary for many of the graduates to take off to the beach after the ceremony, and spend the entire night doing whatever the young, immature high school graduates wanted to do. Of course, it was not a chaperoned event. Thankfully, I had parents who made the tough decisions that were not always popular with me, or with my friends. They refused to allow me to participate in this unsupervised party. Instead, I spent my graduation evening at a local restaurant, eating ice cream sundaes with my parents and a few other friends.