Gloucester, Virginia, was much like other small towns in 1984: it collectively lived life the way it felt permitted. As with any era or place, a handful of its young longed for an outward way of life more reflective of their inner longings. All they were really guilty of was experiencing another kind of innocence - an innocence that they instinctively knew came with an inherent set of dangers. Timmy Sawyer looks back on that time, 30 years later, taking into account more loss and regret than he can bear any longer. Before he can close the chapter, he has to open old wounds.