I miss childhood when nothing mattered, and our biggest worry was whether or not we could tie our shoes.
I miss playing house, laying in the grass until dinner, pretending like I could fly, and having my own imaginary land inside forts.
I miss crying over a scraped knee, eating popsicles in the bathtub, and riding my bike up and down my driveway.
I miss having a sibling whose only companion was her younger sister. I miss always having a friend to play with and confide in.
I miss when her family actually mattered to her, and she put the people she loved before herself.
I miss having the faith of a child, and dreaming of how fantastic my adult years would be.

I'm tired of constant activity, schoolwork, thinking, decisions, responsibility, pain, and confusion. Oh to be little again.

I miss.