I Miss Being A Child

I miss the carefree days and the pigtails. I miss my hair being pulled when my mom braided my hair. I miss the smell of pizza in the oven and the way everything looked so big. I miss the endless play dates that lasted for hours on end.

I miss the way the world looked so bright. I miss fearing that the worst thing in the world was 'where's mommy' or eating vegetables or a trip to the doctor.

I miss the innocent days.

I miss the unscarred wrists.

I miss the warm air.

I miss the close friends.

If you told the child me that depression and pain would rule my mind, the only question my innocent mind would ask is; "What's that mean?"

I miss those days of being a child.

Because, I could pretent that nothing bad was happening outside for a little bit longer.