1. Staying up for four nights straight and still finding too many fun things to do on Night Five that didn’t involve resting.

2. I had never seen a gray hair. On my head, that is.

3. I hadn’t been in love yet. The idea still seemed perfect at that point, too.

4. Being five feet tall. My arms were still “to scale.”

5. Limo rides with Margaret, Gregg, Jeff and Glenn (Well, just the one. But it was sweetness incarnate.)

6. I still had four years to believe I would be married with a fabulous job at a newspaper by 25.

7. Counseling gaggles of girls at summer camp (some of which are 29 now! What?)

8. My two front teeth (later to be demolished repeatedly in freak karaoke microphone incidents)

9. About 90% less mistakes made (21-33 has been a rich time… )

10. The everyday pleasures: cheap wings; HUB coffee; 48 variations on fettuccine; playing Oilman until 4 am; sitting in laundromats for hours; getting stuck in snowbanks in giant old cars; wearing snow boots with dresses and not even knowing how Fundamentalist Mormon I likely looked; pre-internet existence; meeting paper deadlines on sheer force of will; and my whole big gorgeous future, totally untouched.

Someone asked me today if I would go back and do things differently. Something tells me, though, that I’d make all the same mistakes, because I’m still the same girl.

If I knew what to avoid, though?

What do you think? Anything you miss?