I had a great social life as a teenager. I had a lot of friends, was in what could be considered one of the "popular" groups, but perhaps just "notable" groups is a better term. When I think about being that age, I particularly think about being in my boyfriend's basement in Utah with all of our friends and piles of terrible food and candy and soda around us while we watched Adult Swim cartoons or someone playing SexBox, probably high, and then aimlessly wandering around the neighborhood in a tiny pack as juvenile delinquents in the dead of night. Just kids being kids. Skipped a lot of school, did pretty much whatever I wanted when my mom wasn't home.

I did not have a great home life as a teenager. I thought about running away all the time but was too afraid to do it because of threats from my mother, had a lot of generally angsty teenage thoughts and hardships in dealing with my family, tried to be a leader for my sisters because my mom was gone more often than she was home. I dealt with parents divorcing and pulling away from the church within just a couple years of eachother, and suffered from both of those things. I don't think I would relive those years, with reasons being that I would not want to relive my home life.

They were equally good and bad years. I would rather just let them be and keep the memories from them rather than reliving them.