I sometimes miss those shy, awkward years when I didn’t really know how to be anyone but who I was. The days when I willingly sat on the old skateboard my brother and I shared and allowed myself to be the guinea pig and be pushed down the hill from school to our apartment conveniently located at the bottom of said hill. When I spent my days wearing my brothers hand-me-downs and it didn’t occur to me to care. When I lived for rain and playing in the puddles in my bare feet. When a snow day was not an inconvenience but a chance to finally build the best snow fort on the block. And when summer afternoons brought the sound of backyard baseball games instead of ring tones and video games. So, if you happen to see my wandering around on a rainy day in boys clothes and bare feet, don’t worry, I’m just taking a time out and remembering what’s important. Just don’t let me play with any skateboards.