On Sunday August 18, 1996 (yesterday), my girlfriend and I went to Piedmont Park in Atlanta for a picnic. After lunch we walked around the park and just enjoyed the day. Then, I came upon a group of artists that were having an exhibition. However, this was no ordinary exhibition. They were license plates made by juveniles in prison. The artists asked the children to write one question that would make people think twice before ending up in the same situation that the child had ended up in. Then the artists asked people to take, for free, the license plates and put them on the front of their cars as a moving art work, around Atlanta. I was impressed, but I did not realize the symbol that lie ahead.