Just a minute, I'm still reminiscing

I grew up the only Mormon girl in my class. Dating just didn't happen, until, of course, the girl ask guy formal dance came around, and I got to call a friend from a neighboring town.

Can I just say, some of my best lived high school moments were walking through the doors of the dance hall with a tall, attractive, Mormon boy, that no one knew, or believed I could have known. The surprising rush of whispers from the herd of girls with perfect hair and sparkling gowns; with boy friends, social lives, and homecoming crowns...was worth every minute of never really dating or being recognized for who I really was--when, somehow, those things seemed more important than they should have.