Sometimes, especially lately, I am enamored with memories of my younger days. Am I that old? Apparently I am. I don't go out partying anymore due to a lack of available and willing participants. And the fact that work, blasted work, happens early. It's an annoying bastid that crazy little thing called work...

I miss so much from my younger days. I really do. I want to go back........... badly. To the days we'd all party it up and have a blast on almost a nightly basis... life was fun then. Waking up to face a day wasn't painful.

I miss my pal. I miss hanging out on her front porch at 1am and thinking nothing of it. Oh those poor neighbors!

I guess it's my turn to be the neighbor.

But I just wanna go back.

Aren't I supposed to move on from this? Maybe tomorrow. Dare to dream. :0)