I miss being tucked in at night. How my parents would come into my room to make sure I was safe and sound wrapped in my blankets. How my mom would hold me after I hurt myself and kiss me and tell me I would be okay. How she would carry me inside and put a bandage on my injury and make it feel better with a kiss. How my dad would put me on his shoulders so I could see over a crowd of people to watch parades marching through the streets. I miss when one of my parents would carry me inside after I feel asleep on the way home and I would wake up only as I was being laid down in my bed for the night. I miss when things felt simple and I knew that anything could happen that could lead to a grand adventure. I miss playing in the yard without a care in the world and knowing that sticks were swords and puddles were oceans to cross. But the thing I miss the most is just being a kid.
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RandomJust thoughts, feelings, and quotes that I could never voice to anyone because no one would understand. I just hope this will help someone understand they aren't alone in what they are feeling. Even though you might think you are not understood, the...
