Those were the days.

It used to be that everyday I would wake up and just go out to play. At some point I grew up. I still to this day want to get out of bed and run out side to play. To have races on our bikes around the block, to play in the sprinkler, to drag out the dolls, or the Vultron set. I want to pull out the long red dress or the prom dress and play dress up. I daily have to resist getting my wedding dress out of its sealed box and putting it on! My hair would be in pigtails or wraps, with cute little bows. Or braids with those funky barretts at the ends. My jeans would have grass stains and my shirt would have a chocolate ice cream stain, but I wouldn't care! To climb up in the old fort dad built and slide down the zip line or hide behind the shed so that we didn't have to go in at dinner. Playing farm in the backyard, raking up the grass clippings. Digging to China in the sandbox only to find out that it takes a long.....long time to get there that way. Chasing the ice cream truck with my dollar. Yelling out my bedroom window and hiding. Running down the street with my arms wide open to meet my friends that I hadn't seen since the day before. Jumping in rain puddles and walking around under the umbrella after mom said to come in the house. Just being a kid. So carefree. So oblivious to the world, and pain, and color. So oblivious to what will come as you wish to be older. Those were the days.