I miss my childhood. I miss being a child. I miss not worrying about everything, except maybe homework. I miss depending on others and not myself. I miss having my lunch packed and having afternoons off. I miss going on long vacations, not worrying about anything. I miss sleep over’s and spending all day playing in the pool. I miss my grandfather’s stories and jokes. I miss doing silly things with my mom, my grandparents, my family… and my friends. I miss dancing to silly songs. I miss eating sweets all day and not caring about it. I miss climbing trees and jumping rope. I miss running after the ice cream truck. I miss riding my bike all over town. I miss playing in the park. I miss playing make-believe. I miss the magic and the innocence…
2 comments:
I think... If we didn't grow, we wouldn't be able to appreciate what has been. Every little trinket or photograph, every memory of a loved one, and every heart-shaking emotion wouldn't mean a thing...
And, hey! I still do half of the things you listen on a fairly regular basis! Especially the silly dancing stuff... :)
You're right, I know. But still... I just want to play. (aka not work, worry, fret or grow old) Haha!
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