things I miss from my childhood.

Muddy hands, grazed knees, innocence, my fringe, my blonde hair and blue eyes that turned into brown hair and green eyes, hide and seek, thinking everything is huge, selective hearing, tiny toes, not being embarrassed or scared about anything, aliya's old house, my dog, fairy dresses and face paint, strawberry milk, being really close with mum, scruffy, heart shaped hot water bottles, wide eyes, believing everything and knowing nothing, my imagination, thinking things were under my bed and in the wardrobe, corny music, make believe and fairytales, the little world inside my head, the little black fish that went down the hose, being oblivious to the world.

But it's all good, because I still like getting my hands dirty, I fall over alot, I have a fringe again, I play hide and seek, I have selective hearing that ranges from "money" I'm listening, "do your chores" I can't hear you. I still have small hands and feet, I love face paint, strawberry milk, I like my eyes, my imagination runs wild when I daydream, I'm still scared of the dark, and again; imagination land.

So not so much was lost, just different, the world changes. times goes faster when you're older. see, when we're young, we want to be older so we can drink, drive, party, get paid, move out, and all the rest; we are constantly wanting time to speed up. but when we get older, we wish for time to slow down, as we realise that half our life is over, that we didn't do all the things we wanted to do when we were young. I think it's odd.