I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

What happened to the fun we used to have? Where did all of our playtime go? I used to be 18, but now I’m 15, I like it better there. Give me a few years, Perhaps by then I’ll be 16. Life gets duller, the dull. Need to sharpen it’s edge, Find out what’s really going on.

A friend of mine once said that adults too often forget that it’s okay to have fun and that they have the money and freedom to have a ton of it. You don’t need to spend a fortune to have a blast. For example, you could go buy a bocce ball set right now, call a friend, tell them to meet you at the park and you both could learn how to play. It’s that easy.