Long before someone figured out a way to make money from it, girls have been going wild. Some are happy about it; others regret it.

TANYA: I graduated from college magna cum laude with a chemistry degree. Then I took my MCAT for med school. I didn't do very well. I took it again, same thing. I could take practice tests and do really well, but during the actual tests I'd freeze up. Anxiety runs rampant in my family and it's nasty.

I suppose I could have gotten a job as a pharmaceutical sales rep or gone to graduate school for something less competitive than medicine, but I felt like I had been screwed by the system. I couldn't get over the fact that one test could erase all those years of hard work. I pretty much said screw it all and became an exotic dancer at a fancy gentlemen's club. For a while, in my twenties, I worked at some of the most upscale clubs around.

I met professional athletes, celebrities, and very wealthy men on a regular basis. I got used to men fawning over me, and developed a lot of self-confidence. I was one of their best girls and made a ton of money. But more importantly, I had the time of my life and made some great girlfriends! I'm now a stay-at-home suburban mother and I don't regret for a minute that I had a wild youth.

SHAYA: To my everlasting regret, I went crazy for a while. The details of it aren't really earth-shaking, so I'm not telling them. But I want any girl who is considering any stupid act to print this column and laminate it.

Here's my advice: Never do anything wild anywhere work-related or with anyone from work. In fact, before you do anything, and I mean anything, ask yourself, "Would I want my future husband to see the crap I'm contemplating doing with someone I might not even like next month?" Remember, everyone has a camera.

I'm now a police officer and I cannot get promoted, even more than a decade after my last indiscretion. The majority of men in this country have a high school mentality. They never grow up, and their gossip never takes a break.

I still occasionally hear that my name made the washroom walls. Supervisors should be reporting criminal damage to property, but they don't because they don't want to jam up a brother with a badge over a nobody like me.

The investigators I went to after it first happened told me, in a roundabout way, that my complaint wasn't going anywhere because of my track record. In a few years I can retire to somewhere where no one has heard of me. I am literally counting the days.

CARA: I was divorced in the '70s. Did I go wild? Didn't everybody? This was long before we ever heard of AIDS and most of the STDs that are around now. Everybody was sleeping around and nobody thought anything of it. If you met someone and liked him, you had sex with him. It was that simple.

I'm now a respectable member of society with grown children and grandchildren. They would be shocked if they knew about my past. So I don't tell them. It's none of their business, but I do enjoy thinking about those days!

Have you ever gone wild? Send your tale, along with your questions and problems to cheryllavinrapp@gmail.com. And check out my new ebook, "Dear Cheryl: Advice from Tales from the Front."