Oh childhood… Our best times we so often look back to. The careless days many would like to revisit.
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Honestly, the first thing that comes to my mind, is playing with all of my neighbourhood friends. The rushing back home right after the school day was over and then out again, knocking on all of your friends’ doors with a ball under your arm to see if they’re home yet. Those were good times.
Playing LEGO!!! At the age of 20 people said to me that I was too old for that! Now I’m 28 and I have a baby, a few more years and I could play again with her! Can’t wait!
Eat without worrying about the calories.
Climbing the trees! I was a master back then! I’ve stopped for a while when I encountered a beehive in one of them (it was so scary that I just jumped without looking, and I wasn’t sitting on the lowest branch, of course (also, I had a lollypop in my hand so I was afraid that bees will love it)). I guess I could do it now too… But I’m not that brave anymore!
Never having the feeling that I have wasted my time, because I could have done something more appropriate (particularly that I should have worked or did house/garden duties instead of having leisure time).
And finally: living for the day, not caring about tomorrow (in a positive, not in a careless sense).
The belief that the world is a great place and that everything will turn out fine for all of us.
I suppose upon reflection that as a child waaay back in 19-never-mind. We generally took great interest in each other. Activities were always outside (yup, even when it rained). We never went home until called in for supper. If we wanted to try new things, we built them, and learned from our mistakes, but also reveled in our successes. In general as children we all spent wondrous, and adventurous time together.
Genuinely believing that there is still magic in the world…
Pretending to be asleep in the car when we pulled into the driveway so that my Dad would carry me inside and put me to bed !
Enjoying people and relationships that no longer exist. Enjoying my siblings before we all moved out, and started our own lives and families. Enjoying my parents before they got divorced. Solving problems by actually talking about them, instead of never talking again….
Naps during the day! Sometimes I still sneak in a short nap into my routine, but it’s way harder now than back then.
Carelessly playing with my friend without being judged on anything.
Going to bed at night without the endless train of thoughts and worries.
Taking riding lessons without thinking “Do I look fat!? Or maybe like an idiot?!”
Inventing new games in the blink of an eye without thinking too much!
Those were the days… when our biggest fear was to be the last kid chosen for the soccer team.
Summer break! No school, ice cream, watermelon, sun and friends. And somebody there to make sure you drink enough and use sun-screen, providing food anytime you’re hungry and a ride home (thank you, Mama)
Here’s another one: Waiting for the ice cream truck coming around all day long during summer and making it the most important thing of the whole day. And next day, you do the same! That music or sound, when it enters your street, which you won’t forget, even you get older and older. I am sure, I will remember it in 20 or 30 years from now, every time I hear or see an ice cream truck. Seeing all the kids, with a smile on their faces, brings back some good memories. Those were the days!
Huggggg everyone!!!! Hug each person I know really tight, without any reason (no one will think that something is wrong with you if you do it as a kid)
Singing at home without the fear of being heard.
not being worried about what others think of me. Just being able to live without worrying about how i looked, how i acted and how i dressed. also the feeling of being free from depression. since i was 10 it hasnt ever gone away and i have been in a mental hospital for attempting suicide and cutting. 4 months clean from cutting and a year from yesterday i was admitted to the the hospital. worst week of my life.
What I loved about childhood: Social media didn’t exist, I wasn’t a slave to my cell phone, I got to sleep in for 3 months during summer, doing whatever I wanted without a care in the world, flashlight tag, not worrying about the rejection that comes with dating, getting to play in other neighborhoods without fear of being kidnapped, exploring, building forts, climbing trees, and finally, being able to experience so many new things that I now take for granted.
Three words: Annoying my sister.
I mean I still can, and still do, but I had access to her room and I could get away with it a lot easier.
One more: playing with Lego all day long.
As a child, you see the world with different eyes. You do not prejudice others and you don’t know the first thing about how bad some people are or anything about hate, crime and war. Seeing the world today, knowing about those dark abysses of life and humanity, I sometimes wish to wake up in the morning, being able to live life just for one day, like it has been for me as a child. No need to worry about anything, no responsibilities, no fear (besides monsters under my bed). That would be great.
Hanging onto my dad’s leg andmaking him drag me around. :3
Building houses with big old tree branches. There weren’t many good places to build small branch houses when I was little, but know, when I’m older it’s almost impossible to find one! I need bigger place which is well-hidden from other people: a difficult task in the city. Still, I think it will find its place in this summer to-do-list.
The first memory I have, I was maybe 2 years old, on a hot summer,s day, and my mum let me run naked in the house. The feeling of my long hair on my shoulders and back was amazing! I never felt something so nice! Not caring, or realising, that I was naked and running free in my house! I miss those feelings.