Back when…

Growing up little girls read of fairy tales in which all of the princesses are swooped off their feet and rescued by their princes and knights in shining amour.  Like most young girls, I loved to hear the stories of these princesses hoping that one day my prince would come sweep me off my feet.

When you are young no one ever warns you of all the tough challenges one might most likely face in their lifetime.  You grow up believing there is a Santa Clause, Tooth Fairy, and Easter Bunny.  You hear of love and fairytales, but never of heart break.  You never hear about the sudden loss of a loved one- being a friend or family member.

I am not trying to say that there are only negative things facing you as you become an adult,  I am just pointing out the fact that there are a lot more obstacles one must face than ever imagined when you are a child.  I know that this is a part of growing up, there are just many days that I wish I could be 7 or 8 again.

Everything seemed so much easier when I was younger; there was not a care in the world.  And, I would give anything to go back to the day where not being able to find the missing pieces to my Pretty Pretty Princess game would be my biggest concern of the day.  I could never even begin to imagine there were worse things going on in the world, such as people dying, people struggling with the economy as badly as we are today, all of the obligations I must meet with school and expectations that are held for me by the people close to me.

When I was younger, the littlest things were so intriguing and could keep me amazed for hours.  Just think back on the days when you could be so amused in the game of hide and seek or duck duck goose.  Instead of having summer school college courses immediately followed by 8 hour days of work, these used to be replaced with all day excursions at the local pool playing games of shark and minnows with your friends.

On the days when everything feels like it is quickly crashing down and my world is starting to fall apart I just start to think about how the “good ‘ole days” used to be and what I would do to have one more day of swim lessons with my friends at the pool. 

Does anyone else miss the old days?