A few years ago I watched the movie "The perks of being a wallflower" and it struck me hard, the nostalgia of those days. I was living the contrary then, and I was not happy. I had cut my freedom short too soon, and was longing to get some back. I did get it, but only through causing quite the destruction. Not the best way either.

For me it was lying on the grass after taking a bath in the lake at 4am, when coming back from a party, and watch the sun come up again. Never to forget.