When We Were Young

Whenever spring rolls around, thoughts of a younger and wilder time comes rushing back to me. Not that I am no longer still young and wild . . . and well free. But maybe I am just a different, more adult, version of being all these things. I think it's the hint of warmth in the air that makes the brain think these exhilarating thoughts. Summer. School's out. Everything is still up in the air. Going out behind our parent's back. Kissing boys in cars. Trying so hard to fit in. Fearing so much that we won't fit in at all. Messing up and placing blame in places they don't belong. Not knowing what is right and what is wrong. Trying too hard. Not trying hard enough. Hating...