When I was 15, my two friends and I hopped a plane to visit the 4th friend who had recently moved to Arizona. I'm not telling tall tales, but we were good girls: honor roll, etc. Well, this 4th friend had become part of the "cool kids" clique in her new school, and the coolest thing for high schoolers to do was cross the border into Mexico where the drinking age was 16 at the time, and they barely checked ID. So off we went (this was way pre-9/11, border was open to Mexico and Canada back then) to a really fun little bar in Mexico that played great rock music. Things were going great until the music came to a screeching halt, the lights came on, and a bunch of armed men came in. I had never even seen a gun in person, and here's this group of men with guns pointed. They brusquely checked the bathrooms, talked to the manager, then left.

Now me, as a 15 year old girl WHOSE PARENTS DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I WAS IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY, where I was drinking, for the first time, underage (I was a month away from turning 16) was about shit my damn pants.

Apparently it was a fairly common thing for bars to be checked that way for drugs, etc, but holy shit. All I could think was I'd have to call my parents from a Mexican prison, to tell them I had been busted drinking (i had all of 2 beers).

My girls are 16 and 19 now, and I don't even know how I would react if I found out they did something so stupid. lol. I mean, I'm sure they have, I guess they were also just smart enough to not get caught.