-not having to make dinner
-freedom to do whatever dh and I wanted (we met at 20 and had kids at 30, so there were lots of years before kids)
-sleeping past 8:30am. Kids are pretty well trained, but they still absolutely wake us up. Especially the one still in the crib.
-Taking a real, kid free vacation. Grandparents do offer, but can't yet handle the youngest for a week. I dream of doing fun stuff again, like going to the Galapagos, hiking Machu Picchu, backpacking around Europe. Maybe by the time they're in middle/high school they'll be fun on vacations. And it won't be such of a trip. Oh and I love art museums, which is decidedly not kid friendly.

I just miss unstructured time. Never appreciated the luxury of laying in bed all day without being bothered, walking aimlessly around a city, etc. Now, with a family to take care of, someone needs to know where I am, what I’m doing and how long I’ll be at all times.

The truth is bulletproof, there's no fooling you
I don't dress the same
Me and who you say I was yesterday
Have gone our separate ways
Left my living fast somewhere in the past
'Cause that's for chasing cars
Turns out open bars lead to broken hearts
And going way too far

I know I used to be crazy
I know I used to be fun
You say I used to be wild
I say I used to be young
You tell me time has done changed me
That's fine, I've had a good run
I know I used to be crazy
That's 'cause I used to be young

Take one, pour it out
It's not worth crying 'bout the things you can't erase
Like tattoos and regrets
Words I never meant and ones that got away
Left my living fast somewhere in the past
And took another road
Turns out crowded rooms empty out as soon
There's somewhere else to go, oh

I know I used to be crazy
I know I used to be fun
You say I used to be wild
I say I used to be young
You tell me time has done changed me
That's fine, I've had a good run
I know I used to be crazy
That's 'cause I used to be young

Oh, oh
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh
Yeah
Whoa, whoa
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh

I know I used to be crazy
Messed up, but, God, was it fun
I know I used to be wild
That's 'cause I used to be young
Those wasted nights are not wasted
I remember every one

I know I used to be crazy
That's 'cause I used to be young
You tell me time has done changed me
That's fine, I've had a good run
I know I used to be crazy
That's 'cause I used to be young

Can commit minor crimes and not be arrested!

Anonymous wrote:The heart pounding excitement of sex especially doing things that I had only dreamed of.

[b]
Like what?
That sounds amazing.

The heart pounding excitement of sex especially doing things that I had only dreamed of.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:So much potential. Where you might live, who you might marry, how your career might go. Young and free to soak it all in and dream. Life was full of possibilities in a unique way.

Exactly this.

Then i hit 40 and all the above didn’t materialize. Sad

Anonymous wrote:I’m 38 and really starting to feel my age - body is a bit wrecked after third kid, eyesight seems to be declining, and I’m starting to feel some kind of way about my skin, and am therefore nostalgic about certain things from my youth.

1 - Hangovers were kind of fun and felt more an extension of drunkenness rather than a punishment of it

2- I looked fantastic with little to no effort

3 - Life and the world felt limitless and wide open. The future was mine to create.

How about you? What are things about being young that you found awesome?

38 isn't young. It's middle age. Young is below age 21 when your only concerns are a date on Saturday night. Keeping your grades up. Once you graduate from college and have a job is the beginning of adulthood. Getting married is the beginning of middle age no matter what your age and having children is middle age.

Anonymous wrote:The freedom to truly go out without worry. Once you have kids and a family every outing is just a countdown to when you or your friends have to be back home. I felt strong nostalgia for this when we unintentionally found ourselves out on St. Patty’s Day. We really used to sit at a bar and day drink for hours with friends with nowhere to be or no one counting down the minutes until our return! What a time to be alive.

Yes, I miss that feeling of not having to be anywhere until Monday morning. Every day and night was full of new possibilities.