Eight.

If there was an age I was allowed the beauty to relive, I would hope the universe would let me relive Eight. Eight is such an intriguing year. The world is always offering unlimited wonders in the most common of places, like the tadpoles at the shore of a lake. And yet, most people stop looking for beauty in simple things at such a young age. So, I guess one could say I believe in slowing down to smell the roses, and enjoying how truely lovely the world is from the curious perspective of Eight. After all, we are all just still kids who grew up too fast anyways.