As we slog through the cesspool of disappointment and high expectations that is our 20th year, we look back on our baby skinned other-selves with newly wrinkled eyes. The first two decades of a young person's life, riddled with anxiety and the strange fear that everyone in your middle school will hate your bangs. To look back on having your first kiss, your first touch, first taste of an adolescent male who probably hasn't showered, all in one night. "Those were my hoe years," you say laughing, quietly clenching your unused nether muscles in a futile effort to stay in practice.