There was a time after the sixth grade when the familiar landscape of life suddenly changed, partly due to my adolescent hormones and partly due to the adults around. While hormones made me more and more ambitious with every passing year, the adults made sure to make me realise that coming years are going to be hard and I'd have to prove myself to be worthy of a good life. All in all I ended up as a boy with big dreams and yet bigger anxieties.
The point I have been meaning to come to is, while lots of people reminisce their school days and would give anything to live them again, I'm not quite sure. If given a choice I would maybe go back to those days before the herald of the thirteenth year. But for the rest of the adolescence period ahead, I would happily give away the opportunity. The days until I entered college were ridden with too much anticipation and anxiety and mental struggle for an adolescent.