Could be good, bad, ugly, happy, or sad. But at the end of the day, its the stories we leave behind, that people will remember.
I'll start: My "Christian" school took me to Flagstaff Arizona 1 year. Because the wise men decided a town that stood 10,000 ft., in the air on a mountain, when it's a 100 degrees, would be an awesome place and time to gather.
My little brother and I ran into a scary looking biker, and started talking to him. We were weird like that. Anyway, I don't remember much of the conversation, but I do remember the story that biker told us.
"I was laying on the beach on the East Coast, and I watched as the sun came up over the horizon. I decided then and there, that day I wanted to watch the sun set on the West Coast, before the end of that day.
"So I hopped on my bike, and went full throttle. When I got out of the Cities, I drove over 300 mph on the desert hardpan, just off the side of the road. The Cops couldn't do shit, i wasn't on a road.
"I made it to California, just as the sun touched the horizon, and sat on the beach and watched the sun set."
True or false, it made 1 hell of an impression on 2 young boys.