Seventeen

Sometimes I wish I was 17 again.

Ok ok. I realized I'm only 18 and 10/12, but still.

17 is a magical age. The prime of teenage life, as my best friend often puts it. The time where you can fall in love for the first time and believe that there's nothing else in the world. The time where you get in your car and you drive to wherever the heck you feel like, just because you can. And you feel invincible. Like nothing could ever get in your way because you're older now and you have your whole entire life ahead of you. And you really do believe nothing can stand in your way, because hey, you're 17 and you can go down to Del Taco well past midnight just because you can.

And then that magical year beneath the sun and the trees fades and then you turn 18, and then you turn 19 and suddenly your realize you're teenager-hood is over. And although you still have your whole life ahead of you, you are no longer invincible because you have real life worries and now you have your future to think about.

But at 17. You're still invincible, and the only real worries you have are typically regarding what adventure you're going to go on this weekend.

It really is a magical age.

I'm too nostalgic for my own good.

Now don't you dare go tellin' me you haven't heard this song before. And don't go tellin' me you don't like it. Because I know ya do. At least just a little for sentimental reasons.

A heart don't forget somethin like that.