Five Things I Miss about My Childhood

Endevoring to be a bit more "light," Suze tagged me with this meme, and I'm quite delinquent in responding. 

Her are the rules to this meme game:

Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot; link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross pollination effect.

1. This is Ali (http://www.thisisali.com/weblog)
2. End Of The World(http://andifeelfine.blogspot.com)
3. It's Matt's World (http://itsmattsworld.blogspot.com)
4. Work in Progress (http://stillbaking.blogspot.com)

5. SRWU

Next: select new friends to add to the pollen count. (No one is obligated to participate):

I'll not tag anyone, since I've been a bit too "generous" with the meme's lately.

And here they are:

1. Sandboxes - Not that I couldn't find a sandbox now, but it is impossible to play in a sandbox without getting all dirty and, well, sandy.  When I was a child, I cared not for these issues.  When I became a man, I tossed aside such childish things.  I miss them now.
2. Early Rising with no consequences - I'm not sure I really, truly miss getting up at 7 in the morning on my own every day, but I do miss being able to do it without feeling like shit.  Of course, I wouldn't want to give up my late nights either.
3. Action Figures - There is no way to play with action figures now without giving up at least a small part of your dignity.
4. Rewards for doing things that are now a hassle, or forgotten entirely - I'm thinking about things such as, when my school signed us up for a program that if we read 600 minutes over the course of x number of months, they'd take us to Six Flags.  Now, I'm supposed to read simply for enjoyment's sake? Alright, but I could use a trip to the amusement park now and again.
5. Being able to abandon the concept of time - It was so nice, when you were a kid, to not have to worry about what time it was.  You knew when it was noon, for lunch, or three, because school got out, or your bedtime, or whatever.  But 1:00 PM or 10:00 AM meant nothing at all.  Those were the days.

Feel free to join in if you want, either in the comments or on your own blogs.

Comments

[suze]

hey dylan...thanks for playing along.

i hated sandboxes when i was a kid, apparently. my mom tells me i would sit on the edge of the sandbox with a shovel and bucket and cry if i got too much sand on my clothes. apparently, i was not for the dirty or the sandy even as a child.

[Dylan]

Man, sandboxes were IT for me. We used to build really intricate tunnel systems, and your jeans and hands would just be CAKED in sand. It was awesome.