Day 28: Missing

What do I miss?

Frankly, the first thing that comes to mind is warm sunshine and never wearing shorts or caprice, but never mind the weather as great as it is.

I miss those days when I never had to question who my friend was; the days where I knew I had an abundance of friends.

I miss those days waking up early on Saturday mornings to look extra pretty before play rehearsal with Richie Angel.

I miss not having glasses or contacts.

I miss Steve on Blue's Clues.

I miss those Christmases where I was genuinely excited for Christmas.

I miss having to lie about my age for a month.

I miss my scooter, because I loved it so much, I would talk to it and apologize when I rode my bike instead (of it).

I miss the thought that Valentine's Day was just a day to get free candy-and you didn't even have to walk anywhere!

I miss everyone having chord phones.

I miss thinking I could hit all those high notes on Phantom of the Opera.

I miss everyone picking up their phone when you called.

I miss playing tag at nightfall.

I miss thinking that I would never get older than six.

I miss piano lessons.

I miss everything that I can't remember before my tumble out my bedroom window.

I miss the people I used to trust and respect.

I miss my favorite pink dress up dress that I accidentally gave to my neighbor.

I miss being a mouse on Halloween.

I miss thinking girls and boys had cooties.

I miss remembering all those Nursey Rhymes.

I miss not having a facebook.

I miss not caring about what I eat and what I look like when I do so.

I miss going to dance every day and hearing my instructor tell me to "Walk on my toes like a rock star."

I miss being allowed to 'cut through the air like it was butter.'

I miss throwing tantrums over everything and nothing.

I miss thinking that families were perfect and everyone loved everyone.

I miss having my favorite book be Charlie Bone.

I miss drawing tigers in apple trees.

I miss going to school and being in a room surrounded by the trade mark Smiley Face.

I miss having no cliques.

I miss thinking I was the best singer ever.

I miss not having to question people's motives.

I miss secretly having prayer and scripture meeting in the hallway.

I miss 't.p.ing' people's tents during Girl's Camp.

I miss always having someone to be with.

I miss my dog, Snowball.

I miss my cats, Shelby, Furball, Blue Pawz, and all the other ones that died before we named them.

I miss being able to unashamedly cry.

I miss digging in the playground in hopes of finding the alligator that lived under our school.

I miss riding my bike.

I miss both my Young Women Values bracelets.

I miss never having to worry about my grades.

I miss never having to worry about my future.

I miss being the White Siberian Tiger during recess and collecting moss.

I miss playing with Barbies.

I miss drawing with chalk after school.

I miss never having to give up my room.

I miss thinking that nothing bad would ever happen to anyone.

I miss the world that I thought existed from how far I could walk.

I miss being excited about birthdays.

I miss purposefully 'falling asleep' on the couch just so I could be carried up to my room and feel loving hands put the blankets over me and hearing loving lips tell me they loved me.

I miss the end of school where I would cry because I knew I would miss my teachers.

I miss my seventh grade year because I thought I would never be as old as a freshman.

I miss the beginning of my freshman year because I thought the last school year at the junior high would never end.