i miss being young. i miss being naive. i miss not knowing about feelings, about insecurities, about dreams and expecations. i miss the ice cream truck. i miss riding my bike. i miss glow in the dark band-aids, and lemonade, and tv dinners after school. i miss the liquor store down the hill. i miss my childhood friends that i never talk to anymore. i miss believing in santa claus. i miss rolling down hills. i miss sandboxes, and swings, and rollerblading down slides. i miss ms. sandy and her pet snake george. i miss rim lane, and ronald reagan park. i miss macaroni and cheese at the afterschool fun club. i miss throwing wet towels at the ceiling in the bathroom. i miss fur elise. i miss playing the piano. i miss the carelessness of a time when nothing mattered but the end of the day and the anticipation for the next. i miss being young.