Back to being a kid.

I really enjoy it. That feeling of "Oh my God, I'm so freaking going to die." Moments of total panic, filled with fear and some regret, when you wonder what the heck made you do this. I enjoy that feeling, of being alive. I feel like a kid on Christmas Eve, birthday, New Years Eve and what so ever. I run around like a maniac, but that's OK, since it's not every day you get the chance to scream like an idiot while scaring yourself and the ones around you to death.