I Miss

I miss running around with my little friends while my brother and his little friends chased us with ladybugs.

I miss being fascinated with everyone and everything.

I miss never having to do anything that required responsibility. 

I miss making and playing with that goopy, squishy stuff that I forgot the name of.

I miss riding my bike around my neighborhood over and over again and never getting tired of it.

I miss the show, the land before time and how I thought a T- rex was actually called a sharp tooth.

I miss making forts.

I miss playing that game where the ground was lava.

I miss the way I trusted easily.

I miss drawing pictures with crayons.