I remember a time when I was younger, sitting around with a small congregation of my friends. We where utterly bored back than; in the dark ages of life. We had already seen it al, and we had already done it all. I remember how we all thought “just wait, when we are a few years older, we’ll be soooo cool, we’ll always have something to do.” The great fun we would eventually have was so exiting to think about. Looking back though, those few years made almost no difference. We had found that thinking about growing up was actually better than doing it. School got harder, our innocence became at risk, and girls came into play (and I’m not talking tag). So there we where pubescent adolescents, frustrated, constricted by rules, and terribly ignorant, but at least we had more fun right? Wrong! We where still sitting somewhere in someone’s basement or driveway week after week; mindlessly philosophizing about future glory and greatness we where all “destined for”, conversing of the teenage trials and tribulations we would one day face. But here we face the world as teens; a few new faces replacing the old; Sitting on a new couch with a new take on life, new emotions, and hair growing in new places. Never-the-less, still we are congregating in someone’s basement somewhere, the only imperative difference is that we no longer dream of the future. Instead, we live in the past.