True to 8 years old

New Mexico has always had a way of making me feel like an 8 year old, or at worst, like a teen again. I thought that this time I came back that I would be above the teenage act - holding true to the new and improved self that I had cultivated during my time away. Then, I have a set back. It makes me wonder...do we really ever free ourselves from our past? Will I always be a bitter and angry teen dealing with family drama, broken hearts, and snippy, negative behavior. I thought I was better than this. It just leaves me embarrassed and wondering - what kind of person am I really? Who am I trying to become?