Lately I've been thinking about my childhood and teen memories. I get all sad when I remember them, and I realize I can't live them anymore. I should have enjoyed them the most, my worries were nothing compared to the ones now.
When I bump into a group of teen girls, I tend to see myself in them, my old routine, my old high school, my old friends and my thoughts at that time. Things I can't have anymore, and I conserve them in a precious box in my heart.
I think, also, about many ways I could have handled situations, behaviors and relationships, but they wouldn't have made me the person I am today. And I'm pretty happy with who I am. But, it's just frustrating knowing I can relive that time again, I can't replay my life as a game.
But I would love to.
