I miss racing to touch the elevator buttons. I miss waking up and watching goofy cartoons. I miss waking up happy. I miss being out in the sun all day with no worries. I miss thinking 9:00 pm was late. I miss being tucked in with bedtime stories. I miss crying only when I would scrape my knee. I miss closing my eyes and giggling when someone kissed in a movie. I miss climbing the monkey bars at the park. I miss being the line leader at school. I miss yelling "cooties" when a boy would touch you. I miss being happy. I wish someone told me that those were the good old days. Why were we in such a rush to grow up? I wish I could go back for a day and tell myself to never take being a little kid for granted, Because those were the best days of our lives. Those were the days when we skipped over big words in a picture book. And played hopscotch in the drive-way like our lives depended on it. Now it seems like everyday is the same. Nothing changes. There's no spark of happiness throughout my day. We just sit inside on our phones. What happened to me?
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