He maintains his innocence, so there is nothing I can say by way of mitigation.

Today was the end of freedom. High school had fallen behind; college loomed ahead. Tomorrow he traded freedom and Arizona for Colorado and discipline.

There was no fear of sandpaper earth, no sense of danger from a bare-skinned spill, for the boy was a child—a six-foot, one-inch growing child who knew nothing of accident, injury, dismemberment, death—who would study those lessons tomorrow, thank you, but not today. Today, it would be sufficient to be wild and free.

Innocence also weighs

There is nothing wrong to be innocent But not novice.Being novice may deprive you dong right thing at right time.

Innocence is like polished armor; it adorns and defends