*Having mommy cook EVERYTHING for me.
*My BOUNDLESS energy.
*Not having to work.
*Naptime.

:(

me too

Oooh, one more thing... Viewmasters!

Calling my mom, mommy, though I some times do still. Doing fun kids stuff, getting toys for presents, playing house, playing with toys, my little ponies...

I miss not having preconceived notions about people, thinking anything was possible, not knowing about all the bad people in the world and wanting a Perfume Pretty Barbie more than anything in the world (that Christmas I received 2!).

To this day, whenever anything bad happens, I go and see my three-year olds at the a non-profit in town, and whatever happened that day doesn't seem so bad. :)

The first thing that popped into my head was riding horses and having an imagination that was free to make me a cowgirl, an Indian Princess or anything else I could think of.

Then came the Fourth of July. We would go to the lake and stay in my Grandpa's trailer and fish/ride in the boat. This holiday has really changed for me.

This led to my realization that ALL the "summer" holidays have been rather meaningless since I got married. There was ALWAYS some stupid golf tournament EVERY HOLIDAY! Hubby, an avid player, entered every one. As a result, we never did the "family" type of things one associates with summer celebrations. BIG BUMMER! I resented it (still do a bit) for YEARS, then came to the realization that's how HIS family did it... I made up for things because I'm more "spiritual" than he is and I took over Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years. Now that his parents are "older", they suddenly want the Christmas to be the way they think it should be. So, we have two every year.
Easter was the hardest "pill" to swallow. In college several guys from the North started a golf tournament on GOOD FRIDAY!!!:eek:
They ended it with a BAR-B-Q!:eek: The originators were Jewish and had no care for the meaning of the Day. I attended these yearly reunions (but didn't eat) until the children entered school. Then I put my foot down and now he goes alone. These holidays represent my biggest gripe in the history of our marriage and what I miss so much.

*Playing in dirt and loving it

*Reading Archie comics while eating orange Hostess cupcakes

*SUMMER BREAK

*Being able to be picked up and carried, while resting your head on someone's shoulder and your legs wrapped around their waist.

*Being able to hug anyone and not be turned away

*Slumber parties

*Smurfberry crunch cereal (I've said it before and I will say it again: THE BEST CEREAL EVER!)

*Cute, frilly dresses and black shiny mary jane shoes