"Bubble gum gum, bubble gum gum" -- my sister and I would be chanting as we ran down the hill to see who would be first to the swing set in our backyard. Asking Daddy when we get our turn to ride the tractor around the yard and help cut the grass. Exploring through the woods, and getting covered in fire ants--then realizing that we also had flying ants and would scream louder.
Playing house in the family room by using every single pillow between the couch and coffee table, and trying to claim the bigger part as our own.
A rubix cube would keep us busy for hours, and the magic 8 ball was the most amazing activity at a birthday party.
Going to a carnival on my birthday and dunking the principal into the water dunking machine. Revenge is always sweet, I don't care what you say.
Playing with legos, duplos, barbies, and building blocks in a room we never had to clean up.
Staying up late to watch I Love Lucy and Perry Mason with my sister... when I would sneak into her room at night because I knew she wasn't asleep.
Why do we always ask remember when? Is it because everything was so easy back then? When we cried, mommy was there to wipe the tears. When everything was simpler, easier, and better. When it was two o'clock in the morning and mommy would make a warm glass of milk to help me sleep.
Looking back shouldn't make us feel badly for not having those types of memories in the present, but should make us happy to reminisce and to see what we were, remind us who we are, and who we want to be.
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