i miss your absolute faith that i was all-knowing. then you became a teenager.
i miss my toys.
i miss finding a way to include art in the every day.
i miss asphyncter says what?
exactly.
i miss filtering out all the crappy candy from my cheapo neighbors.
i miss finding treasures in my cereal box.
i miss good old fashioned teenage angst. without all the eye makeup.
i miss your truly outrageousness.
i miss when socks were for covering up feet. not for pointing out your weird toes.
i miss the suspense of holding out for the long ones.
i miss getting left out by all the “cool kids” in a NOT AT ALL sort of way.
i miss marbles.
i miss stealing my parents camcorder and filming myself while they were out running errands.
