Sometimes you need to be twenty-two. Twenty-two and seventeen at the same time.
Most every twenty-two year old has a seventeen-year-old on the inside, anyway.
And sometimes you need to be with some of your favorite people and be a little crazy and speak to each other in your own language and laugh at things no one else finds funny.
Sometimes you need to eat junk food and sit in the trunk of a car and talk about girl things. Sometimes you need to walk barefoot through muddy field.
Sometimes you need to backtrack.
So you don’t forget what you were. So you’ll know better how to be what you are.