I'm Not A Kid AnymoreI still have a small basket of old toys under my bed that I keep for nostalgic purposes. It's nothing much, but I still enjoy going through it. I sort of miss being young. Not the awkwardness and the anticipation of growing up, but just the memories. Doing things that I knew would get me in trouble, staying outside and playing all night, thinking how "cool" it was to be out so late without any adult supervision. When all along they were probably looking out the window, watching me. I miss when simple plastic toys used to excite me.
EtherealAmethyst 18-21, F 0 Mar 6, 2012