All Grown Up

My backyard playset has been a fixture in my life since I was born.
It was where I brought friends and where I learned who they were and, in turn, who I was.
Now I am yet again learning who I am.
Instead of doing this on a playset, however, I learn in back rooms, basements, and bedrooms with cheap bottles of vodka and so-called friends.
I guess I am still the same person I was a couple of years ago.
I hate it.