Wishing to be 8 Again

I miss childhood

 

I miss the sound of wet feet slapping against the wood floors,

running down the stairs one step at a time-

holding onto the handle for my life

I miss the sound of "I love yous" and chalk against the chalkboard-

writing the word of day.

Learning to say "May I, Please, Thank you" and over using it tosound smarter.

I miss the memos from school that were saftey pinned to my back so I wouldnt forget to give it to mom

I want to be 8 again,

back where blue mouths were acceptable from freeze pops

back where socks and sandals were best of both worlds

back where the monkey bars and sand castles were the only competitions to win

I want to be 8 again so that I can swing higher on swings,

sing loud in the the middle of the street, and everyone thinks its cute-

not crazy

I want to hold my mother's hand and skip and have her pull me back saying-

"Becca you're going to fast"

I miss the extra precautions my mother used to say

-slow down in the pool area, dont jump with a fork in your mouth, stop scraping cookies all over the house

I miss where everything is so old to you because you are so young to the world

so young to everyone around you and you are being taken care of

and you hate it

cause your a big kid at 8

and you think you're in charge

But then, the "I love yous" start to fade

and the worring starts to go away

holding my mothers hand was now embarrassing and wierd

and there was no worry about me falling on the side of pool or eating too many cookies

And then I feel amazing that i am finally on my own, finally no one to tell me what to do

when to be home

what to eat, what to wear, what not to do because I am not 8 anymore.

But I miss it. I miss the touch of my mothers hands in my hair

I miss the french braids and the kisses on the cheeks

I miss the moments of not falling asleep and hairstrokes till dawn

I miss it all

Thats it.