God, I miss being sixteen. I miss the Transplants and late nights at the house where all the boys lived. The trampoline. That summer. Best nights of my life.
Before I know it, I've turned 21 and I'm trying to stand on my own two feet instead of skipping out on curfew.
Good memories keep me going. Cheers to making new ones.
22 December 2008
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