Child Memories

Do you ever wake up and want to go back in time and be a child again. Oh the simple days. The days were you got upset if you did not get accepted into the club by the old tree stump in first grade. The days were you would collect rocks and make clothes for them and sell them on the steel bleachers behind the baseball field. The things you did as a kid. They sure seem stupid now, but back then that was the world to me. Coming home from school and knowing I got to play dress up until dinner or dance practice was the greatest thing ever. My siblings were much older than me, so I usually was forced to play by myself, but I let my imagination run wild. There were days where I would play teacher. This was my favorite. I even went to a local teaching store and bought lesson plans and transparencies. I did not even have a projector, but just the thought of having the things my teachers did at school amazed me. I loved to pretend I was standing in front of a room of students. I felt power and leadership, and would sometimes yell at Susie who disobeyed me in the front desk. I even enjoyed playing Queen of who knows what country. I would gather all of my Grandma's old dresses and heals. They were always to large on my and my feet would step out of them every step I took. I thought they were beautiful though. All I wanted to do was grow up and be an adult and find heels that actually fit me. There was a gold shirt of my Grandmas that I would wear as a dress. It was my gown as a queen. I even had my own language sometimes. Who knows what I was saying, but I felt powerful when I spoke it. I would clip my hair up, because I wanted it to be short. I would see my friends parents and envied them. Oh how I wanted to be an adult. Now I look back and I wish I could go back to those times. You never had to worry about anything. Your homework was so simple. School had over three recesses just to play around in the dirt or pretend you were being chased by a monster, which in reality was really the smelly boys who at the time had cooties. As I got older I saw that I needed to grow out of this phase. I eventually grew up into a phase of technology. When the internet began to gain popularity I became fascinated within it. Every Wednesday after school I was allowed to get on AOL for an hour. It had to be quick and short because it tied up the phone line. I would get on, and hear that gleaming sound of "you've got mail." Wow those were the days. I would chat with my two friends, because that was the only people who even had internet at the time. It was probably the most fun day out of my week. Engulfing myself into the kids section on AOL. My parents prohibited me from the teen area, afraid I would probably escape into a chat room or something. It was fun, a lot of fun. Those were the days...