What do you think of in times of nostalgic melancholy?

For me it's the small tastes of freedom I had in-between being a kid and having my first serious responsibilities.

The 2am walk to get slurpees just because we could. Taking two hours to make the 1 mile walk back because the world was ours in the infinite night. The single light peering out of a bedroom signifying a fellow night owl. It felt like summer would last forever and we could do anything.