Youth is wasted on the Young ~George Bernard Shaw

Youth is fleeting? Really??? Who said THAT?

Why is it then, that sometimes I find, hidden between moments of everyday life, glimpses of my youth. Not fleeting memories of it either, but honest-to-goodness youthfulness.

That feeling of excitement that buzzes through your body when gazes meet.

The soft pink flushed cheek, of a pleasurable embarrassment, against words that make you trimble warmth from the inside out.

Raised goosebumps as your naked knees touch on a bench in the park.

Something about this song makes me want to stand in a field in Montana wearing a white, eyelet sundress wearing boots.

George Bernard Shaw also said "We don't stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing".
He was an Irish playwright who lived to be 94 years old.

I think that he knows what he was talking about.