I remember when the world was fascinating.
I remember when my mom was my best friend.
I remember how easy it was to make friends.
I remember how terrible it was to go to bed.
I remember when dolls were Gods greatest gifts.
I remember there was no such thing as hate or discrimination.
I remember where there was no such thing as “too much cookies”
I remember when you didn’t care about yours or anyone else’s weight.
I remember when it didn’t matter what clothes you wore.
I remember when boys had cooties.
I remember when stains on your clothes were battle wounds from food fights.
I remember being perfectly content with dad driving me to school.
I remember having the wildest imagination.
I remember being able to make up stories so easily.
I remember never wanting to grow up.
I remember being six years old.