Eat without worrying about the calories.
Honestly, the first thing that comes to my mind, is playing with all of my neighbourhood friends. The rushing back home right after the school day was over and then out again, knocking on all of your friends』 doors with a ball under your arm to see if they』re home yet. Those were good times.
Pretending to be asleep in the car when we pulled into the driveway so that my Dad would carry me inside and put me to bed.
Genuinely believing that there is magic in the world...
Climbing the trees! I was a master back then! I've stopped for a while when I encountered a beehive in one of them. It was so scary that I just jumped without looking, and I wasn't sitting on the lowest branch, also, I had a lollypop in my hand so I was afraid that bees will love it. I guess I could do it now too... But I'm not that brave anymore.
Social media didn't exist when I was a kid. So I missed having friends actually call if they want to get to know me or come knock on my home door to ask my parents if I'm home to play. I just missed the simple activities of not being afraid to run and scream outside and not care who saw.
Missing people and relationships that no longer exist. Missing my siblings before we all moved out, and started our own lives and families. Missing my parents before they got divorced...
Summer break! No school, ice cream, watermelon, sun and friends. And somebody there to make sure you drink enough and use sun-screen, providing food anytime you're hungry and a ride home (thank you, Mama).
As a kid, I was so curious, excited and enthusiastic about a lot of things. I lost that somewhere and I wish that I could raise that kind of concern again.
Hanging onto my dad's leg and making him drag me around.
Waiting for the ice cream truck coming around all day long during summer and making it the most important thing of the whole day. And next day, you do the same! That music or sound, when it enters your street, which you won't forget, even you get older and older. I am sure, I will remember it in 20 or 30 years from now, every time I hear or see an ice cream truck. Seeing all the kids, with a smile on their faces, brings back some good memories. Those were the days!
I was really good at math, so I could just sit in the back of the classroom.