Crayons

I miss being young.

I miss the pulling of my hair from the lavender purple brush, the struggle my parents went through to get my hair brushed.

I miss getting called from the playground, to come get a bologna sandwich. There was just something about having lunch without knowing it was lunch time. Time really does fly when you’re having fun.

The way I would wake up in my bed, even though I clearly fell asleep on the floor.

How losing a tooth was the best thing that could ever happen to you. I couldn’t wait for the tooth fairy.

I miss my floor being covered with furry stuffed animals and Barbie dolls.  

I miss the free lip gloss.

Getting ready for afternoon preschool was always fun. Mom would be at work, and dad would braid my hair. I felt like a princess.

I wish I could go back to my creativity, it wasn’t disturbed from all the many things that you notice when you are older.

I miss blasting Enya with my mom, and pretending we were ballerinas.

I miss when crying was over someone not sharing, not over emotions and shit.

Learning things was never stressful; I just appreciated being surrounded by kids my age to play with.

When Kool-Aid, was THE drink to drink.

When the opposite sex had “Cooties”.

I miss when the family spent time together; we are now starting to drift; college, marriage, etc.  

I miss when strangers would complement me with the, “she is so cutes’”.

Oh, how much I miss when the tests were as simple as 1+1.

Now I am 17.

Life has a way to just freak me the hell out. I guess I am excited for what the future has in store, but until then….life will just stay a mystery.

Let me be young again, give me some damn crayons.