A photo recently showed up in my Facebook newsfeed, posted there by a friend from years gone by. It brought a smile to my face, and a flood of good memories to my mind. The year of 1990, when I turned 16, I spent a lot of time with these guys, in Bendigo, at Matt’s house in Golden Square. They were a beacon in that dim year, all of them, the kinds of kids that I would want any teenaged daughter of mine to hang out with. I looked at that photo of those lovely, funny , clever and talented boys on the cusp of everything, and thought that I missed that time in my life, and those boys (and I will always hold…