Simple Plan may suck, but I was sure pumped on them as a kid.

I crested the hill and the lights from the cars below disappeared and then reappeared as they passed under the low flying bridge that hovered over the highway. I-91 was crowed as usual and some kid in a non VTEC Honda was swerving through traffic trying to impress a girl in the passenger seat. Despite all the chaos I was happy and content, New Found Glory was pulsing through my car speakers. It made me smile knowing that five years ago, things were almost the exact same. Looking back I can remember being terrified to grow up. That one-day driving wouldn't be as fun, and New Found Glory wouldn't grace my ears. That becoming an adult meant I would go through a profound change, but the stars that have been above me my whole life are still there, unchanged. I pull onto Brighton Ave. beaming, knowing that I’ll always be me. I’ll still fall for goofy girls, huge dreams, the stars and I’ll still listen to New Found Glory driving in my car, thinking of the times when I was younger.