A little break from format here...

Two posts in one day! I thought I'd share this with all of you:

I miss summer days and ice cream.

I miss being naïve and wondering why a boy would put my textbook down his pants.

I miss lazy afternoons doing things I probably shouldn’t.

I miss the first kiss, innocent and exciting.

I miss just hanging out hoping a guy will notice me.

I miss working so hard that I just come home and relax, feeling accomplished.

I miss a world of chasing each other around and giggling.

I miss swimming in the pool and pretending I’m a mermaid.

I miss dancing on the dance floor and not noticing if people are staring.

I miss the feeling of a sleeping baby on my chest.

I miss running free without adults around.

I miss exploring and pretending I’m in another world.

I miss hanging out backstage and feeling at home.

I miss big brothers and little sisters and annoying the crap out of each other.

I miss dressing up.

I miss not having anything to worry about but grades.

I miss the touch of teenage lust on the couch.

I miss scary stories of ghosts and monsters.

Out of all of these things that I miss,

What I miss the most…

 is me and what I used to be.