Childhood Days

 

It’s 8am and I hear singing off in the distance. I just finished my shower and getting dressed and this faint singing is not coming from my house! I look outside to find my little neighbor girl on her swing set singing. She just finished the third grade and she is starting her summer break. How many almost fourth graders are outside playing and singing on their first days of summer break at 8am? This brought not only a smile to my face, but a thought into my head. How nice would it be to go back to those days? To go back to those care-free, no worry days and just be happy!

My first memories started forming in kindergarten. I can’t remember much before my first days of kindergarten. I remember my elementary school days being the happiest. My only responsibility was to get up, go to school, and come home to do any homework I had. Other than that, I was a kid with little responsibility and very little worries. All I had to do was be a kid!

Then junior high starts and this is where it all begins. Cliques start to form, peer pressure starts, and attitudes begin to take shape. The care-free life I once knew was gone and I was still only a kid. How fast those worry free days go. Those days slipped between my fingers and disappeared even before I knew they were there.

High school starts and ends. Before I know it, I’m off to college. It wasn’t until I was in college until I began to think back to my childhood days and miss them. Responsibilities grow and I am not a child anymore, but an adult. As much as I wanted to at times, it was difficult be in the childhood mindset as I grew older. Things change. We change. The world changes. My future begins to form and my life takes shape. With that comes duties, worries, and things to do. I start to wonder where my childhood went.

Fast forward life to many years down the road to this morning when I heard my little neighbor girl sing and play outside so early in the morning. It brings back good memories of my childhood, but also makes me wonder why I can’t have that back. I believe we all can take a lesson from a child and have our childhood back, if only for a little while. As adults, we need to let go from time time, stop taking life too seriously, have some fun and play more. Forget about responsibilities and worries. Learn to go back to those childhood days. Don’t let your children grow up too fast. My two nephews and one niece are growing like weeds and not only does that mean I am getting old, but their childhood days will be gone before they even know they had them!

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5 thoughts on “Childhood Days

  1. Lisa, I just love, love this post. It is my favorite. So many times I, even at my age, think what it would be like to be a child again. Those carefree days we never realized then how wonderful they really were. It takes someone like your sweet little neighbor to remind us of those “good old days”. Keep up your great writings Lisa. Mom

    • Thank you mom! I believe it doesn’t matter what age we are as we grow older, we will always want to go back to our childhood, or at least wonder what it would be like to go back.

  2. Love this one so much. My life always be full of worries which may be caused by my personality. This post made me think about my life again and again, life time is so short, it should not be filled with worries, to dos, duties only . Thank you Lisa!

    • Thank you so very much for the comment and the reblog. You gave me my first reblog! Thank you so much. I too am a constant worrier. Its something that has plagued me all of my adult life. So thank you to you for the reminder that life is too short. I need all the reminders I can get!

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