Today is my childhood friend Cindy's birthday. She has been gone for almost 20 years. She was only here for a short time and yet not a day goes by that I don't see or hear something that reminds me of her. There are certain moments growing up that one never forgets. Cindy made sure she was remembered, whether she was forcing me to sneak out at 4 a.m. (age13), makeout with older boys on a swing set or tape record 8th grade confessions. So today- in her honor perhaps I will eat cake, get a hickey, sneak out late and choreograph a rollerskate dance number in the driveway.