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Bright Eyed and Bushy Tailed

Do you ever just want to go backwards in time for a moment and recapture some of the past. I miss the people I was born into the same house with. I want an unplanned lock-in. A night to just be a family again.

"Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got till it's gone?"

What do you miss most about being a child?


Nick James said…
I miss our home when we were all there too. Priceless moments.
~JarieLyn~ said…
I had a pretty good childhood, but I don't really miss anything about it, except maybe spending time with my grandparents who are deceased now. Those were the best times.
stephanie said…
i miss being un-selfconcious...
GingerV said…
I have been old for so long that what I miss as a child is long gone. what I miss now is how I was the year I was 40, what I discovered about my self that year, I learned to dance and love it still. I miss dancing.
Rae said…
I miss being able to eat anything in any amount without a moment of guilt

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