The Young Life, The Good Life

Three things I miss most about being a kid:

1. Soft Bones:
I’ve never broken a bone but I’ve always wanted to. Well, I mostly just wanted the cast, but they wouldn’t give me a cast without a broken bone.
Casts are the best because you can get cool patterns or colors and then all your friends can sign it and draw pictures.
I did sprain my wrist once, and I made my friends sign my wrap thing. It was a disaster; it was like writing on a sock and the ink bled through and stuff. Plus, every time I re-wrapped my wrist I got frustrated trying to wrap it the exact same way so that all the names could be seen.
I know I could probably still break a bone as an adult, but its not as likely. Kids are more apt to break bones because of their soft bones, mine are all hard and set in place. I’m not even growing anymore so its not like my bones are stretching and susceptible.
And I take vitamins with calcium; so don’t even try to tell me I still have a chance.

2. Falling Asleep in the Car and Being Carried to Bed:
This is by far the BEST thing about being a kid. I used to take full advantage of this perk.
Sometimes I would pretend to be asleep just because I didn’t want to walk up the stairs to my room.
Then one night my parents just left me in the car. They parked the car, got out, and went into the house; leaving me in the backseat to get stolen like some tricked out speaker system.
You can imagine my dismay when I awoke to find myself in a dark, empty car. I lied there, confused and scared. Then I became angry with my parents for abandoning me and decided that I was going to steal the car. But when I got to the drivers seat I found out that evidently cars need keys in order to work.
So I gave up and carried myself to my bed. This is the moment when I realized I was an adult.
Sometimes I try to go back to that happy time, but my friends here at college leave me in their cars as well.

3. Loose Teeth:
There's no feeling like a loose tooth, and I miss that feeling. It’s this sense of controlled vulnerability. I had all the power to decide when I wanted to wiggle that tooth and how hard.
Plus it was a great distraction when I was in boring situations, like math class. I would sit there and play this game called "How Far Can I Push My Tooth With My Tongue Before I Yell Out Loud." My high score was a 120-degree angle.
The best thing about this class distraction is that it was allowed. I couldn't get in trouble for playing with my tooth. What were they gonna do? Confiscate my tooth and then give it back to me at the end of class? Nope, my plaything was inside my mouth and no one but me was allowed to take it out.
But now, with all my permanent teeth grown in, I've been forced to use man made distractions like cell phones and ipods. It’s terribly inconvenient. I always drop them and I’m scared they’ll be confiscated.
I wish I could keep my cell phone and ipod in my mouth, but then I’d bite them and they’d break.

Me being left to sleep upside down in the backseat.
No one even had the decency to fix my head from being crushed.