I was thinking this morning, partially thanks to Bret, that back between the ages of oh, 8 and 15, my parents used to say a lot, "Enjoy yourself now, things get harder/worse when you grow up." Well, they are right. Things were much easier than. Sure, I was bored frequently, but how nice was it to be able to come home from school, watch TV, eat dinner, do some homework, and sleep. Next day, repeat. Then, summer vacation came. 3 months off without a care in the world. Those were the days.