I'll be walking down roast meat hill road and suddenly I'll hear the sound of a Basketball rebounding off the pavement, skateboard wheels skidding across uneven cement or the giggles of huddled girls; and i'll whip around expecting to see a teenage crush or my group of posturing best friends. Then confronted with baby faced strangers ,I remember at once I am an adult: I already lived through precalculus and collage application, dorm parties in black light and classes on hungover morning, assistant jobs and early twenty something lostness.