Bubblegum0077

Oh boy, that's a great topic.....
I grew up in Queens NY then moved to Long Island around middle school years.

I miss ice skating on the weekends (no rink in Fl)

I miss riding my bike with my best friend (he's still in NY)

I miss my grandfather's whistling and watching him shave. I shaved with a spoon and just two night ago my granddaughter learned how to shave with a spoon because my son was shaving. Ooh that brought back memories!

I miss wearing high heels and being thin.

I miss the guy I dated during my senior year of HS. He was a good catch but it wasn't meant.

I miss the fact that my kids grew up away from family and didn't get to know who they really were before they died.

I miss my dog.

I miss family

WOW, BACK TO REALITY.

thismomquilts

The carefree nonchalant days of summer - (olly, olly in free!!), the brisk walks through the fallen autumn leaves going to school, the view of snow falling in the street lights as we looked down our street from the edge of town, the planting of the garden each spring as a family altogether, the after school activities - Girl's Club, Brownies, Girl Scouts, trips to the library, watching basketball sectionall, regionals, semi-finals and finals the year 'our' team made it to the top, Thanksgiving and Christmas traditions, slow lazy summer bike rides... all the above and so much more... oh to be a kid again...

canmitch1971

I came from a dysfunctional family too but I still miss the good times I had as a kid being outside playing in the neighbourhood. I guess maybe it was my sanity in an otherwise unhappy time.

amma

Working with my Dad
Slip and slide parties
Neighborhood ball games
Mom driving us everywhere on Friday nights with her hair up in pink rollers
Family camp outs
The feeling I would get on the last day of school every year

Maksi

I missed summerdays and vacations that nevers ends. Playing ans swimming with friends, our adventures when we play that we were prinsesses traveling around the world or something like that. I miss my dad a lot although he was almost never home.

But my childhood wasn't a lot of fun for me so I don't miss anything else.

quilter1

My Mom, she passed away July 31, 1983. I was 29.

stitchinwitch

My brother and I both thought w had it so bad, that we were mistreated, and constantly was told what to do, and what NOT to do. Now that we are MUCH older, we thank our parents for raising us like they did. We feel they were the BEST!

IrishNY

I miss riding home in the back seat of the car late at night asleep and knowing that when we got home, someone would just carry me in to bed. No worries for me then.

AmyM

Sitting in a tree when we went to northern Michigan. And hearing my Mom say, "where the h*** is Amy" as she stood under the tree I was in. :)

earthwalker

Absolutely nothing...adulthood gave me freedom, independence and peace.