making mud pies and believing it was chocolate.
climbing to the highest branch just to look down.
believing my father was a superhero.
road trips with my sister, because she would sing with me.
going shopping with my mom, and getting something new.
knowing that I could never fail.
the time before I realized that we were poor.
being able to see my best friend everyday.
the plans we made for our futures.
playing hide and seek with my nieces and nephews.
the way he used to look at me.
trusting him when he said he would love me forever.
believing that he could never tell a lie.
lying on the patio to dry after running through the sprinklers.
jumping so high on the trampoline that I felt I could fly.
believing it would all end happily ever after.
being excited about the idea of losing teeth.
having butterflies in my stomach on Christmas Eve.
believing that it really is the thought that counts.
the excitement of the first kiss.
sitting by the phone, knowing that he would call.
being innocently optimistic about the future.
homemade meals around my mom's kitchen table.
feeling the cool breeze off the bay in San Francisco everyday.
seeing the sunrise over the ocean each morning.
laying in the sun reading magazines and eating red grapes with her.
the one-on-one help I received in high school.
having homework assignments that my mom could help me with.
knowing that my father believed I was perfect.
believing that I was doing everything I could to be perfect.
having the body of a 22-year-old and not just the face.
being able to eat anything I wanted and still maintain that body.
believing that one day, I really would succeed.
knowing that true love really did exist.
trusting that he was out there.
being small enough to ride our dog like a horse.
playing make-believe with my paper dolls.
knowing that I could call any time of the day or night and the phone would be answered.
making Christmas wish lists from the Sears catalog.
building forts in the snow with my brothers.
feeling agonizing heartbreak and knowing that I'd get through it.
having faith that prayer can solve all of my problems.
knowing that to that one person, I was that one person.
really believing that blood really was thicker than water.
holding onto my baggage with white knuckles.
being able to let go.
This is open to everyone - what do you miss?