I remember snippets and chunks of my childhood. Mostly because my mom has the bulk of it archived in 70’s and 80’s faded photographs.
I look at my son sometimes and think, God it would be great to be a kid again. Would if I were you right now. I also say this to my dog when she’s lying around snoozing and I’m running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
But really, wouldn’t it be fantastic to be a kid again for a day? Especially a kid like my son who lives in a safe place, surrounded by friends and parks and beaches and the invention of some really kick-ass nerf guns?
Or come back as myself, time-warped back to the 80’s, where my playroom smelled of chalk, encyclopedias, and Strawberry Shortcake farts. Where there was no worry about diets or jobs or bills or relationships. It was all, how are we going to keep our bed-sheet tent from falling on top of my 8×10 glossy of Noah Hathaway from The Neverending Story? Or ouch this hose water is hot but we’ll drink it anyway. And oh crap the streetlights just came on, better run home before the pot roast gets cold and we hear Mom screaming our names in that annoyed sing-songy way.
Not that childhood doesn’t have its share of problems, but come on, wouldn’t you love to trade a hectic day, or even a melancholy crap adult day to run in the sprinklers and smell the honeysuckle without the nagging worry of time or sunscreen or disappointment?
My son is at school today. And that is definitely not a place I long to be. I have lots of work to do. But maybe I can sneak away for an hour, go to the beach. Splash in the water and smell the sea air. Wearing sunscreen, of course.
Anyone wanna join me?
Busted Flip Flops 
That’s the beauty of being oldish and retired. I do splash in the water and smell the sea air – and pretty much anything else I feel like doing!
Gimme half an hour to get my bikini line done…
Ok you two, I’m going to channel you into my stream of unconsciousness as I soak in the sun later. : )
hmm strawberry shortcake farts..
i can remember farting in the tub and enjoying my bubble bath lol
10 yrs old i miss my treehouse and my tarzan swings can i go back there for one day too
Can you channel me in there too?
It sounds heavenly.
Absolutely. My blogesses! Hope you know how much I enjoy reading your adventures, your truths. That’s how I start my days.
I’m so glad you still consider me part of your blog world.
I’ve become so overwhelmed with reading blogs, and commenting, and being a part of more than one, and LIFE, and KIDS, and WORK, that I don’t get to comment as often as I should.
But you know I’m with you. You were one of the first blogs I ever fell in love with. ❤
I completely understand, Samara. Life gets in the way sometimes. I am so thankful for this blogging world and my fellow bloggers. It’s been a rough few weeks for me. Yesterday morning I was thinking, I hope Samara has written a new post. I need some Buick in the Land of Lexus. And lo and behold, there you were. You took me away from my own crap, made me think and laugh like you always do. And I am honored that you fell in love with my blog.