Do-over

God, let me relive the second half of the 1990s. They told me it would be the best years of my life, but I didn't believe them and now it's too late. I will tell my kids, but they won't believe me either.

On second thought, don't. Those five years were so wonderful and magical because of that strange thing that happens in a young man's chemistry, where the colors are brighter, the emotions are stronger, and every day lasts a lifetime. Then it seems that the chemicals drain out, leaving the cast that you've molded from the impressionable years.

Tell me, then, what it takes to refill the cast. There has to be something to trigger that part of my brain again. There has to be more than this.