I reckon there's a reason why pre-teen years are called 'pre-teen' and made a once and a life time thing. Don't know what it is, but there's a reason the human mind hasn't figured out a way to make "recapturing one's youth" nothing more than a figurative expression. I'm quite fine with being twenty-eight, thanks, even if being tweleve this time around
was much better than the first time wasn't half-bad. I just really miss being able to look over stuff
and other thingsOh, and, I'd like to just apologize for my younger self's habit of fitting in the f-word wherever he felt it could fit.