Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
00. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me. 01. Run a google image search on that word. 02. Reply to this entry & post one of the pictures from your search, but don't tell me what the word was. 03. Put this in your journal, so I can do the same.