Forget Growing Up
I miss my daddy telling me a new fairy tale every night, always about Princess Rachel and her adventures with her pet tiger or Prince Charming or whatever.
I miss nap time.
I miss playing with my stuffed animals.
I miss the little checklist I kept in my nightstand with a tally of how many nights I had slept with each stuffed animal, so I wouldn't hurt the feelings of any of them by showing favoritism.
I miss reading Laura Ingalls Wilder books under the covers with a flashlight.
I miss going to the library every week to check out as many new books as I could carry.
I miss dancing freely in the living room to the 1812 Overture, stomping on the ground with all my might when the cannon part came.
I miss playing soccer and speedball in the backyard with my brother.
I miss playing dress-up.
Today, I miss my childhood.
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September 21, 2008
Other than your daddy telling you stories and SuperSanko playing soccer and speedball with you, there's no reason you cannot continue doing these things. In fact, I encourage you to continue doing them!
September 21, 2008
I miss being carefree. That's the main one for me.
September 21, 2008
But Skirts, why can't you still do these things?
September 21, 2008
I happen to know just how you feel.
September 23, 2008
What the hell kind of child were you? Listening to the 1812 Overture and going to libraries at your own free will?!
Bwahizz hizz
September 23, 2008
A really smart one, actually. Maybe that's what I miss.
September 25, 2008
Man, I miss being a kid, too. Getting up at 6am every day to go watch cartoons and eat breakfast before school. Not having buttloads of homework due, or work to rush off to. Just having the whole day to play. I agree - growing up pretty much sucks.
September 27, 2008
I miss commenting on Rachelskirts' blog. Seriously, I got so far behind in my gReader. I'll have to go back and see what I missed. :)