The year is 1995.
The location is Glastonbury.
Myself, and eight close friends, have just finished our GCSEs, some of us that very morning. We are 16, full of hope, full of confidence, energy, eager for more excitement. We are young.
And we are at a festival.
This weekend will forever remain one of my most truly treasured memories. We were a group of schoolgirls, but good friends, who took ourselves off, drank a bit, smoked a bit, danced a lot, talked a lot and really just had a bloody good time together as friends. It was magical.
I suspect none of us then had any idea that we would be the people we are, or living the lives that we do, now.
I miss those days.
I miss those girls.
This was the highlight of the festival for most of us. Just watching this clip sends me right back there for a moment. If you look REALLY hard you may just catch a glimpse of me and the wondrous Cat from Yellow Days at the front of the crowd to the right.