The years I was still living in one household with my mom and sisters. The younger, care free days when you're still discovering yourself, wading through ur innocence and inexperience with the ppl you love most... Great times, but it seems like in one abrupt moment we get old, move on, and drift apart. Brings to mind a lyric from an R.E.M. song "why did we even bother?". Now we barely see each other.
'05 to '09 : my most successful years sprinting. Won a medal at what the American equivalent would be state championships and was setting decent PB's each successive year. Things were looking up before injuries fucked my career. Bad luck and poor decisions brings u to that point where the sacrifice isn't worth it anymore. Some dudes I ran with are now the top guys in their respective countries. Stings a bit, but it was fun while it lasted. Plus, I realize now that it ultimately wasn't all about medals and winning. Track and field taught me discipline and a lifelong drive and appreciation for health and physical fitness.
But I'm most confident and optimistic at present. I'm predicting my 30s, which officially starts next month, will be my most productive and enjoyable years.