Okay, there may have been some angst in there too. Who doesn't get to adulthood without a little angst? Some of them I really liked, and when reading them was like, "Wait, did I really write that?" Partly because it was something I liked and mostly because I don't remember where I had to be in my life to write like that.
Ah, how angst fades in memory as time marches on.
Here's a little something that's not so angsty that made me a bit misty-eyed.