I was only a teenager for three years – in the cultural sense of the word – yet I managed to pack some pretty interesting stories and events into that shortened time frame. I find that memories of these events, people, and places often resurface to help me understand issues I’m dealing with now. Who says your past can’t be helpful today?  Like the time in my early teens when my photographer boyfriend and I scaled the fence at the limestone quarry in my hometown. We checked for guards from several vantage points and discussed the best locations for the shots we wanted to take. When it was safe, he…