When my mum would read me stories with different voices for each character. Now that I’m older, I realize how bloody talented she was at keeping me entertained.
The belief that every other kid in my class had a mother and father at home, had a decent house to live in, had plenty to eat, and took a vacation every year.
Being blissfully ignorant of the way men look at you and not having even the slightest ability to fathom what they’re actually thinking about you as they look at you.
Ignorance and not having any real responsibilities. Hell, even in my early twenties was easy. Me and my friends at random would go to the woods in the middle of the night, have a fire, drink without having any other obligations besides our shitty jobs.
Freedom and energy. Curiosity and constant discovery. The world was so vibrant and compelling as a kid, everything is new. Can you imagine? The start of life, my first impressions of my entire life. I took that importance for granted
When I was living in Antrim, and you could get these bags of tiny fried donuts with cinnamon sugar at this small booth thing near junction 1, we moved when I was five and there was nowhere in my town that had them.
We’ve just moved again and at the ripe old age of 18, I’ve found a booth with the exact same donuts, just had them the other days, they’re bloody amazing.
Having energy and good health. I was just diagnosed with cancer and it’s really dimmed everything in life. I’m also trying to work two jobs to keep the medical bills paid. Being a kid was so easy. Someone else took care of me.
Holiday family visits with all 17 of my cousins and 5 aunts and uncles. I never see anybody anymore. I couldn’t even recognize most of my family if they passed me on the street.
Trick or treating. For lots of children this is their first experience with being on their own (no adults) with other children their age. I often call it the most nostalgic of holidays because of that mixed feeling of being a child and also being somewhat independent. Sad that most of it has been replaced with the closer-knit Trunk or treating.
Imagination. There came a time when I consciously realized that the things I made up in my head couldn’t possibly happen, and that’s when my imagination lost its magic.
The landline telephone without the caller ID. I miss not having this feeling, “oh I won’t answer that.” It always excites me when the phone rings. Now, you filter your calls or sometimes the phone does that for you. I love not having to actively set boundaries all the time because people call you to just talk to you because they like you!
I miss how, as a child, the future seemed exciting and life was full of possibilities. I had no idea what I was going to do when I grew up, but I knew it was going to be awesome. I miss that. These days it just feels like a slog, doesn’t it?
We use to do “a big convoy” up from Florida to New York. Six families use to load up in their vans and just do the drive up. It was only 17-18 hour drive but cousins use to switch vans and we would all hang out. It was fun for us (the kids). And every van had something different (different snacks, some had different tvs with different movies). Made the trips tho quickly. Now I couldn’t imagine doing that drive with all my cousins lol. I always fly up whenever anyone suggests driving.
The feeling of walking around the neighborhood on a summer night. It was totally carefree and one of the occasions I can remember just being in the moment. It’s was one of those simple things that spanned from when I was a little kid into my teenage years.
Every Christmas we would have my mothers parents to our house for dinner, and Boxing Day we would go and stop overnight at my dad’s parents house.
At my dad’s parents, my Gran would cook for about 20 of us, we’d all squash up. She’d then invite other family members and friends round in the evening and it was my favourite part of the year every year.
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Big family gatherings, fireworks, and chasing fireflies
Holidays with family
When my mum would read me stories with different voices for each character. Now that I’m older, I realize how bloody talented she was at keeping me entertained.
Loads of unstructured free time.
the free time
Sleeping in the car and waking up in the sofa
For me, it was family time as others said. Family time, late night stories and seeing parents young and energetic
Glow Worms
My parents and other relatives alive and family together for various holidays .
My magical metabolism is gone. I can’t eat a whole pizza and not gain weight anymore. 😭
My dad stayed home when I was sick. He always made me chicken & stars because the stars were magic.
Recess at school with all my friends. We’ve drifted apart so much that I no longer recognize them.
Being with my family every day. Having somewhere to go, always.
My dad hitting a baseball to the neighborhood kids in our front yard.
Bath toys.
Driving around to look at the lights on Christmas Eve, listening to Christmas music on the radio.
Innocence
Momma’s cooking. Especially her pies.
All I want for my birthday is mom’s fried chicken but I hate to ask her to go through all the fuss
Santa 🧑🎄 Claus.
innocence
The belief that every other kid in my class had a mother and father at home, had a decent house to live in, had plenty to eat, and took a vacation every year.
Lots of energy and enthusiasm.
The ability to climb trees.
The ability to fall down and jump up and keep going.
Freedom from worry.
Being able to shoot guns. Before new neighbors ruined it by calling the police.
Someone else taking charge. Never needing to be the one to make the phone calls, keep track of everything, be the responsible person. God i miss that
Detroit was elegant and prosperous.
Spending the entire day outside with no plan
Being blissfully ignorant of the way men look at you and not having even the slightest ability to fathom what they’re actually thinking about you as they look at you.
Ignorance and not having any real responsibilities. Hell, even in my early twenties was easy. Me and my friends at random would go to the woods in the middle of the night, have a fire, drink without having any other obligations besides our shitty jobs.
Freedom and energy. Curiosity and constant discovery. The world was so vibrant and compelling as a kid, everything is new. Can you imagine? The start of life, my first impressions of my entire life. I took that importance for granted
Story time and sleeping on the sofa waking up in bed
When I was living in Antrim, and you could get these bags of tiny fried donuts with cinnamon sugar at this small booth thing near junction 1, we moved when I was five and there was nowhere in my town that had them.
We’ve just moved again and at the ripe old age of 18, I’ve found a booth with the exact same donuts, just had them the other days, they’re bloody amazing.
Daydreaming. When you’re a kid it’s so easy to visualize a daydream, as an adult it feels like the imagine is an old sepia toned photograph.
Having energy and good health. I was just diagnosed with cancer and it’s really dimmed everything in life. I’m also trying to work two jobs to keep the medical bills paid. Being a kid was so easy. Someone else took care of me.
Walking the boardwalk with my parents and brother while eating ice cream
Being happy with what I had and not realizing that we were poor.
All of your friends live in the neighborhood.
Dad picking me up and flying me around the house like a fighter jet
Holiday family visits with all 17 of my cousins and 5 aunts and uncles. I never see anybody anymore. I couldn’t even recognize most of my family if they passed me on the street.
Christmas morning, Saturday morning cartoons and having lots of free time.
Going home in a small town during a warm summer night, accompanied by the constant sound of the wind in the trees.
Pizza for dinner and then to the movie theater on Christmas Eve.
My dad
Trick or treating. For lots of children this is their first experience with being on their own (no adults) with other children their age. I often call it the most nostalgic of holidays because of that mixed feeling of being a child and also being somewhat independent. Sad that most of it has been replaced with the closer-knit Trunk or treating.
Imagination. There came a time when I consciously realized that the things I made up in my head couldn’t possibly happen, and that’s when my imagination lost its magic.
Self deception.
Not being concerned with bills/ money. Everything is automatically provided for you without a single thought.
The landline telephone without the caller ID. I miss not having this feeling, “oh I won’t answer that.” It always excites me when the phone rings. Now, you filter your calls or sometimes the phone does that for you. I love not having to actively set boundaries all the time because people call you to just talk to you because they like you!
Trust
Drinking an ice cold soda from a glass bottle.
Time with grandparents
Believing that the world was all sunshine and rainbows. That everybody was happy, loved, and were good people
sex
yeah i was molested by my adopted father from age 4-10 so i got screwed up pretty early
Jellybean being just for Easter. Seasonal treats.
A strong faith that the world was ultimately a fair place that rewarded goodness.
I miss how, as a child, the future seemed exciting and life was full of possibilities. I had no idea what I was going to do when I grew up, but I knew it was going to be awesome. I miss that. These days it just feels like a slog, doesn’t it?
We use to do “a big convoy” up from Florida to New York. Six families use to load up in their vans and just do the drive up. It was only 17-18 hour drive but cousins use to switch vans and we would all hang out. It was fun for us (the kids). And every van had something different (different snacks, some had different tvs with different movies). Made the trips tho quickly. Now I couldn’t imagine doing that drive with all my cousins lol. I always fly up whenever anyone suggests driving.
The feeling of walking around the neighborhood on a summer night. It was totally carefree and one of the occasions I can remember just being in the moment. It’s was one of those simple things that spanned from when I was a little kid into my teenage years.
Every Christmas we would have my mothers parents to our house for dinner, and Boxing Day we would go and stop overnight at my dad’s parents house.
At my dad’s parents, my Gran would cook for about 20 of us, we’d all squash up. She’d then invite other family members and friends round in the evening and it was my favourite part of the year every year.