It's a dangerous thing to do to look back but sometimes it's needed. When you're feeling at the bottom of the barrel and feel nothin but despair, look back at some of the amazing times.
I'm going to write some that spring to mind now:
• the time I walked into a bollard outside of then-Peters, until the point I was hugging it.
• the time a friend and I tampered with some posters on a science lab.
• the first two conversations which I had with my first love - first one including northern chippies and the second one where he'd had his dinner down himself.
• the first kiss with him which was rather awkward.
• the first kiss with the love of my life which felt like nothing before and the endless chase which was actually exciting.
• coming of age adventures with my old friend. Might as well have lived in Scarborough.
• My best friend and I singing in his old flat about the Golden Fleece (also no longer there).
• the time me and my oldest mate almost ended up in a field in a car, becoming air Bourne for minutes.
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And those are just a few. And with each of those a smile filters through.
Remember the past. Not to regret but to smile and laugh.
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