I’m 24. At 24 I was living in California working for Patagonia. I was falling asleep on the beach on Sundays after Mimosa brunches with friends. I was skiing Mammoth mountain, rock climbing with my roommates, and dancing until the bars closed. I still love the memories of few responsibilities and doing things I loved whenever I wanted to do them. I then got into marriage and life and kids and growing up. Now- I still think of that unbridled freedom. Not sad for the 30 years since, but recognizing that girl is still in here. She just likes to be in bed by 9 now. How about you?