To Be 8 Again..

You know what I miss most about being a kid? Laughing at the top of my lungs, running without any inhibitions, falling without embarressment, eating anything I pleased, having meals ready on the table without me having to think about it, digging up grass and hunting for bugs and worms just to gross out mom, getting pampered when I fell sick with hot chicken noodle soup and lots of gingerale, my mom's fingers running through my hair to put me to sleep, waking up excited about a new day, exploring just about anything, having water fights and not worrying about wearing a white tee-shirt and getting soaked, fighting over a toy and then getting bored of it and sharing cookies, loving going to school, using my imagination, thinking love was a funny word and not being afraid of anything in life!...