Blast from the Past

I'm sitting here listening to some music while I just chill before bed.  Nothing spectacular in that, I know... but you see, this song came on.  And this song... well, it takes me back to my teenage days.  The days where my friends and I did nothing but talk on the phone, have sleepovers, and dream about the day we would be "grown up".  I have since learned that growing up is overrated.  But it's nice to every once in a while be transported back to those days through this musical time machine.  I love it when something reminds of nothing but the "good" times.  The times we drank Sprite and ate twizzlers and hadn't experienced most of the hardships of this thing we call life.  And it makes me miss my friends.  I want to call them up (3-way calling of course, that's how we did it back then) and tell them to grab a pillow and come over for another sleepover.  We'll watch movies, and talk about boys, and forget the stresses and worries around us.  Wouldn't that just be nice.  I think about one night, where three of us got together and wrote out predictions about ourselves and each other.  And we put them in a box and hid them in my room to be read at a later time.  I think I still have those somewhere.  None of the predictions came true, thank God for that.  But it's so funny to think about what we thought back then.  We were silly... I was silly... still am sometimes...