My birthday was a few weeks ago, and getting older always makes me reflect on the past. I’m in my late 20s and, even though I occasionally go overboard looking for fine lines on my face, getting older has been pretty great me for me so far. Every once in a while, though, I miss my early 20s, when getting up “early” meant “before noon.” That said, I’d take my independent late 20s over my confused, anxious early 20s any day. Here’s some of the stuff I absolutely don’t miss.