I remember distinctly looking back on my life and thinking “the good days are gone, never to return,” and then sitting down and having a good cry over my lost youth.

That was when I was three.

It’s only gone down hill from there.

I started off this summer with hope. With purpose. I was going to earn the money I needed for college, have fun, make lots of friends… et cetera, et cetera. The average eighteen year old ‘darn it I’m still stuck taking a gap year’ goals.

I started off doing pretty well. For, you know, two days.

Harriet Stuart

I’m a freelance writer from Colorado specializing in personal narratives. Find me @HarrietKStuart on Twitter or harrietwritesstrangely.wordpress.com.

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