Taylor Swift: 22

Imagine sweating it out at 22 years old (over at the barn). Mainly you could do a lot of hand stand push ups in there. Surly you'd swing the heavy door open at the click of a full moon. 17 hours spent on making your hair solid and heavy. Then it happends: it's dark out. Richard willo (the poor man next door) sees you outside. For a split second he stares at your neck; then he turns his attention back to laying on the grass and attempting to directly point his cain at Jupiter.

You didn't really live unless you sent this song to your pal on their 22nd birthday. It was a time, and I was lucky enough to be there for it... T. Swift breaking into pop in record fashion.