I don't know what it is, it could be being pregnant and it could be just being 28, but I'm experiencing a resurgence of fondness for memories of my youth. I've always have a fondness for these memories, but I as grow a little older, the fondness seems to deepen and though I don't want to go back, I do treasure every second of carefree stupidness I was lucky enough to experience. Even things as simple as listening to music with my friends on the drive home from cheerleading practice seems precious. It's those little things that I remember and smile about. There's just nothing like being young. At 28, yes, I'm still youngish, but young I am not and that's okay because once and a while some gem will come on the radio and I can turn it up and still feel like I'm cruising streets of Carlsbad with my best friends and that is a good feeling :)
Songs of my high school. 98-01 baby....
The Freshmen. What does it mean? Who cares? It's awesome.
How's it Gonna Be? Deep
Adia. All Sarah McLachlan. YES. Me and my besties even went to Lilth Fair.
There's many more, but these always get me. Oh high school. Oh life. Oh time.