Ever since I can remember all I have heard older people around me talk about how they miss the time when they were younger. It confused me at the time because to me it didn't make any sense. What would compel you to want to go back to a stage where you didn't have the ability to do what you want, go where you want, and stay up as long as you want. It was a naïve thought that helps me realize how much my view of life has changed as I've grown up. It's a sobering thought that everyone has at their lowest moments which for many leads to more severe sadness. I am no stranger to this concept when I have my personal bad stretches although when I rejuvenate myself it helps me realize how privilege of a life I have lived. I always go back to my time in elementary school when I would sit for hours on Saturday watching cartoons, making friends in school, and playing soccer after with many friends that I still know to this day. A newer development that happened in my life was the