This is one from the archives. After last weeks post, I thought I’d have my new changes up and ready to go. However I haven’t managed to get it right, and have delayed it one week. Instead I decided to reshare a post I wrote from 2019. The original I Miss You Post. I posted a newer one last year which I’ll link below. I’ll be back next week with some changes. Excited to share them. Love Tim.
Today and just today I woke up wishing I was a kid again.
I miss being a child today.
I miss going playing outside with my friends.
I miss living close by to all those I love.
I miss playing cops and robbers.
I miss spending the entire day playing dumb games we invented in the pool.
I miss begging Mum and Dad to take us to the beach.
I miss those warm summer afternoon barbeques in the backyard with family and friends; staying out until the sun lowered in the sky, playing 40–40 home until the mosquitos became unbearable.
I miss the feeling of knowing you can be anything and everything.
I miss reading children's books without feeling guilty.
I miss getting yelled at when my brother and I pegged fallen plums at each other.
I miss getting chased for dropping a water bomb on Mum — sorry Mum.
I miss nobody having expectations of me.
I miss family camping trips.
I miss not having judgement for my decisions.
I miss jumping on the trampoline.
I miss grade 4 in more ways than one.
I miss living with people, as coming home to an empty apartment feels wrong.
I miss Christmas the way it used to be. Joy, laughter, the tree, the presents, looking for the presents and always finding them before Christmas day.
I think I just miss being a kid.