Recently I have been mulling over fond memories of my later childhood. Spending whole nights playing various computer games with my friends, exchanging witticisms over irc. Sunny summer days spent sitting on the grass in a nearby towns park just relaxing. I used know exactly when my favourite authors next book was due out.
Now my life is all sixty hour weeks, assignments, wedding plans, mortgage payments. As far as my favourite author goes even if he hadnt died I'm certain I wouldnt be able to name any of his recent books. As for my friends, I see very few people from those days. I suppose this is just what growing up is and I am certain there are stresses and problems from those times that I am not remembering.
There is nothing in my life currently I would want to be without, I am in a really good place. However I wouldnt mind a touch of the carefree days of youth entering my life again just for a while.