I miss…..

May/2009:

I saw this idea on a blog, so here goes….

I MISS……..

I miss….being a little girl.

I miss…..going to camp.

I miss….my old friends.

I miss….my old life before we moved.

I miss….a carefree time free of worry and fear.

I miss….feeling safe and secure.

I miss….relatives who have died.

I miss….being pregnant.

I miss….breastfeeding.

I miss….holding a newborn in my arms.

I miss….a time when it was safe to let kids play outside alone and go out at night.

I miss….the wonder of growing up and dreaming about  my future husband and life as an adult.

I miss….running thru the sprinklers barefoot.

I miss…being thin.

I miss…happy nostalgic memories.

I miss….the 1970’s.

I miss….having hope for the future.

I miss….what it feels like to be happy.

I miss…classic TV shows from the 1980’s I used to watch.

I miss…my former priest.

I miss….Christmases and summers with my cousins growing up.

I miss…Hawaii.

I miss…sledding down the hill on my lunchbox.

I miss…my former dreams of love and romance.

I miss…my grandmother’s garden.

I miss….our old house.

I miss…the deep, claw-foot bathtub I had when I was younger.

I miss…people I knew in highschool.

I miss…life and freedom before it was over-regulated by gov’t.

I miss…people at our old church.

I miss…the excited feeling waiting for Christmas when I was a kid.

I miss…having something to get excited about and look forward to.

I miss…being able to trust.

I miss….a life free of medical problems and interventions.

I miss…this pair of chunky shoes I had.

I miss….everything we lost in the fire.

I miss…a life before sagging boobs, flabby stomach, crow’s feet,and “puppet-lines”.

I miss…reading news stories with happy endings instead of tragic.

I miss…sleeping in late.

I miss…the big city.

I miss….shopping.

I miss…my teen years.

I miss…having someone to talk to and confide in.

I miss…this kind of bacon I had as a kid that hardly shrunk when you fried it(I forget the name!)

I miss….recording funny things on cassette tapes.

I miss…”Wig-Wag” chocolate bars.

I miss…the chunky knitted sweaters my grandmother knit me.

I miss…ordering from the “Avon” catalogue.

I miss.. being able to .spray my lawn with weed-killers.

I miss..the wholesome family values and morals that society used to have but has long lost.

I miss…making prank phone calls before call-display came out.

I miss…my “Hello Kitty” stuff.

I miss…palm trees.

I miss…disco music from the 70’s.

I miss…taking the ferry to Centre Island.

I miss…the Chinese culture I grew up with my friend’s family.

I miss…a time when sinfulness and immorality was either illegal or frowned on,and not condoned and glorified like it is today.

I miss…the allure and glamour of how the Academy Awards used to be 30 years ago.

I miss…doing my art.

I miss…gourmet cooking.

I miss…playing the violin.

I miss…Vacation Bible school.

I miss…my old “Atari” games.

I miss….Barbie.

I miss…the old cottage.

I miss…dancing in the rain and washing my hair.

I miss…jumping off the roof with my umbrella.

I miss…life before my debilitating headaches begun at age 13.

I miss…this little multi-colour velvet pillow I had.

I miss…riding bikes thru the apple orchards with my cousins.

I miss…stretching out in the back of the station Wagon in a sleeping bag.

I miss…the smell of motor-boat fuel.

I miss…”Dill-icious” pickle flavoured Doritos chips.

I miss…Tiger-tail ice-cream.

I miss…eating in Chinatown.

I miss…the posters of movie star and rock star “hunks” plastered all over my bedroom walls.

I miss…assembling the artificial Christmas tree.

I miss…my old “Cougar” boots from 1979.

I miss…this orange and white short-sleeved striped “hoodie” I had with a pocket at the front.

I miss…orange flavour Crystal Lite.

I miss…sunsets over the ocean.

I miss…being able to do this barking “Walrus” noise.

I miss…going into stores and not have to worry they don’t carry my size.

I miss…riding horses thru the forest.

I miss…this khaki jumpsuit I used to have.

I miss…a time when I used to read “Tiger Beat” and “Seventeen” magazines.

I miss…the “Sea Breeze” facial cleansers.

I miss…the pair of drop-down ruby earrings I got in Russia.

I miss…our old  neighbours’ pretty pink-blossomed tree.

I miss…”Field Days” at school.

I miss….yearbooks.

I miss…having a reason to get dressed up fancy.

I miss…being young.

I miss…

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s