I was a calm kid.
Never sneaked out at night, when parents are sleeping.
Never caused any kind of trouble, really.
Did I miss out on anything? It kinda feels like I did.
And now my teenage years are behind me. I'm an adult. I live on my own.
No one can tell me "no" to going out at 1 a.m. I can do what I want.
I can buy my own alcohol. I don't have to ask my mom to buy me two bottles of Smirnoff Ice for a party.
I see these kids now on social media sneaking out to go drink a slushie and climbing on a roof somewhere to go watch the stars, nothing crazy, but it still really makes me feel like I missed out.
I feel like, if I could go back, I would do a few things differently. Stop being so scared and live a little.
Be careful, of course. But live a little more.
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Episodic memories
Non-FictionShort texts pertaining to my life, and/or thoughts I have that pops up sometimes. I hope you can relate and find comfort in them.
