I literally had the best childhood ever. And every year that goes by, I try hard to hang onto all the memories I can. Why does life get better? get worse? get boring? get pointless? get beautiful? get amazing?
All I know is that Christmas was unbelievably joyful every year when I was growing up and it wasn't all just about the presents (which, of course, was undeniably exciting in itself).
I miss so many things. The excitement that would build up as soon as December arrived. You could literally smell Christmas in the air- it was always a mix of pine trees and cold air. I haven't smelled it since I moved away from my hometown years ago.
I miss the very, very occasional fall of snow. It snowed about once every 10 years and when it did, it was always only for about 10 minutes and the world would literally stop and stare. It was magical and incredibly exciting. In the photo above, I am about 2 years old and it was my first experience with snow. Thankful to my mom for making a snowman and capturing a photo of it.
Ice skating. Every Winter, the local mall would set up an ice rink and it was one of my most fun memories with some of my cousins. I was sad when they shut down. I really, really hope to ice skate again soon, especially outdoors- that would be a dream.
I also miss Christmas parties at school where everyone would bring food to share (usually sweets). I miss Christmas shows that our school would put together and I'd usually force myself to get over stage fright to play the piano.
I miss family gatherings. I didn't have as much anxiety back then so it was much more enjoyable.
Just genuine joy, love, cheer and happiness. That's what I miss most of all. Christmas was everything it was supposed to be when I was growing up.
What do you miss about being a kid on Christmas?