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I hate the feeling that the impending summer is giving me. I constantly am reminded of my past and youth in the beginning of every summer and reminded how much i wish i could be a teenager again. This is my last summer before the point of no return as far as adulthood is considered. Every day I can recall what the feeling was like this time of year for me when i was say sixteen or seventeen. So much patient waiting coming to fruition as school would let out and the uncertainty of what summer held for me would become the only aspect of my life that I had to worry about. Now sitting here twenty years old and let me tell you I cannot stress the word old more, I feel as if i have lost the uncertainty that previous years presented me and I wish I could get it back. As of october third I am twenty one and there is nothing I wish for more then one more summer of true youthfullness and lack of worry or care. To be young is truly the best feeling in the world. I now fear that I will never enjoy that feeling again.