did i mention that i suck at keeping up with my blog? oh well i imagine you've noticed. growing up is not something that i'm fond of. it's making everything complicated and hard. this is suppose to be fun and easy but it's not really all that great. i keep looking back on all the little things i loved when i was younger. i miss vhs tapes and the fuzziness that those movies use to have. i miss being read to everynight and falling asleep right away. i miss naps with my mom and waking up to apples and peanut butter. i miss when my youngest sister was just a baby and she cooed and made the best baby noises. i miss laying her down on her play mat with all the little toys and her huge baby eyes looking in the tiny mirror wondering 'who is that?' i miss running around in my yard with a sparkler laughing and spelling my name in the night sky. i miss wishing for homework. i miss telling stories with no end that made absolutely no sense. i miss my tiny violin. i miss going over to zn's house and playing in the shallow creek. i miss rainboots that are too big and not caring what i wear. i miss rosy cheeks after playing tag in the cool night. i miss skipping around the house. i miss wednesday night dinner with my oldest friends. i miss laughing at nothing constantly. i miss playing make believe. it's sad to know that i'll never be there again... at least not in this lifetime. i just want to be 4 again. only for a little while.
