Remember how good it was to be a child? Remember how simple things were? Remember when you could do “nothing” all day long and you didn’t feel guilty? Remember when the hardest choice you had to make was what toy you were going to play with? Remember when girls had cooties and boys had germs? Remember when it felt so good to play in a sandbox? Remember when your mother would make macaroni and cheese? Remember how amazing it felt on your birthday, Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, et cetera? Remember when you didn’t know bad words? Remember when monsters were the only thing that scared you?
Being a child was great! Being a teenager wasn’t as fun. Being a twentysomthing isn’t so bad. And, I have no idea what it’s like beyond that.
Being a child was fantastic. I don’t know that I’d want to do it over again because I love knowing what I know now. I love the complexities and the excitement of everyday life as an “adult”, but, boy was it fun being a little kid – especially when parents are so great. I’ve been lucky/blessed in life.
Having a niece and nephew is a blessing too because they help remind me of the innocence of childhood. They remind me of such a good time in my life.
Oh, and, yeah, I’m still afraid of monsters.

