Writer's Block: When I Was Young
What I miss
I miss the innocence, the right to run away with my imagination without being judged, I miss that if I made a mistake it was okay, I miss that if I made a mess of things they would always get cleaned up. I miss not knowing danger and poverty, always being safe in my mothers’ arms. I miss the mystery of Santa Claus and all his reindeers, the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny. I miss the bribe of a lollipop at the doctors; I miss the bribe of that Barbie doll when I had to get a filling.
I miss fairytales and believing that Peter Pan would take me to Neverland when my parents were fighting. I miss the dress-ups and going to Disney on ice. I miss playing in the mud and not getting in trouble for getting my clothes dirty. I miss my endless list of friends;most being kids who shared their toys and snacks :) I miss eating the snowflakes and licking the rain for what felt like hours. I miss my 42 goldfish that all replaced “Goldie” each time he died.
I miss not caring how I looked, wearing odd socks because I thought I was cool. I miss rolling down the hill at the beach and then running back up to do it again. I miss cooking days, showing off my edible creations that my mother helped me with. I miss going to Rainbow Park, playing in the ball pits and riding the mechanical mouse that just went around in circles.
I miss making flowers out of pipe cleaners for my mum, then filling vases of them for her hospital bedside table. I miss waving to the camera’s and being in Kath and Kim with my Grandma (even if it was for only two seconds) I miss writing stories that began with “Once upon a time” and finish with “they lived happily ever after”. I miss bath time, playing with all my toys and then watching the water being sucked out of the drain as if it was my latest discovery.
I miss taking life day by day without worrying what was around the corner. I miss not having to eat everything on my plate that I didn't like.
I miss so much more, but I have to be a teenager now whether I like it or not.
I miss the innocence, the right to run away with my imagination without being judged, I miss that if I made a mistake it was okay, I miss that if I made a mess of things they would always get cleaned up. I miss not knowing danger and poverty, always being safe in my mothers’ arms. I miss the mystery of Santa Claus and all his reindeers, the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny. I miss the bribe of a lollipop at the doctors; I miss the bribe of that Barbie doll when I had to get a filling.
I miss fairytales and believing that Peter Pan would take me to Neverland when my parents were fighting. I miss the dress-ups and going to Disney on ice. I miss playing in the mud and not getting in trouble for getting my clothes dirty. I miss my endless list of friends;most being kids who shared their toys and snacks :) I miss eating the snowflakes and licking the rain for what felt like hours. I miss my 42 goldfish that all replaced “Goldie” each time he died.
I miss not caring how I looked, wearing odd socks because I thought I was cool. I miss rolling down the hill at the beach and then running back up to do it again. I miss cooking days, showing off my edible creations that my mother helped me with. I miss going to Rainbow Park, playing in the ball pits and riding the mechanical mouse that just went around in circles.
I miss making flowers out of pipe cleaners for my mum, then filling vases of them for her hospital bedside table. I miss waving to the camera’s and being in Kath and Kim with my Grandma (even if it was for only two seconds) I miss writing stories that began with “Once upon a time” and finish with “they lived happily ever after”. I miss bath time, playing with all my toys and then watching the water being sucked out of the drain as if it was my latest discovery.
I miss taking life day by day without worrying what was around the corner. I miss not having to eat everything on my plate that I didn't like.
I miss so much more, but I have to be a teenager now whether I like it or not.