Ah the joys of youth!
That gigantic con. That rose-coloured myth perpetuated by those with short memories, a fear of exposing their less-than-stellar adolescence, or a craving for nostalgia so acute that truth is irrelevant.
OK, it has its upsides: less responsibility, BFFs, the world at your feet, moonlight and roses, the intoxication of romance…
…provided you don’t remember the agonies of acne, the crippling fear of inadequacy, the angst and the heartbreaks.
Or maybe that’s only me.