16

Last weekend was a belated gift in some ways to my former 16-year-old self.

It was to say the least, a bizarre experience. Me, enjoying the moment, hugging my old self inside like a proud mother, and telling my older self to be joyful, and dance. Around me, the aged faces of yesterday's party scene also I suspect, doing the same.

Let's be honest. I had a blast. I wished I was young again standing there.