When I was a little girl, I told my parents that twenty-four was going to be the best year of my life. Some may think it strange that while I was changing the rubber shirt on my Polly Pocket, I’d simultaneously think about what my early 20’s would be like. What kind of child was I? Yes, a weird one.
Life just isn’t a box of chocolates anymore and the things we would worry and stress over seem incredibly silly now. I wish my twenty-four year old self could tell my teenage self to just enjoy the years because they will truly be missed when life becomes all too real. Do you ever really wish you could go back to those awkward years without having to actually look like the most awkward human ever?