childhood .

Things were so easy when you were little. Get up. Eat the breakfast that was already sitting for you. Put on the clothes Mom laid out for you. Take the bus to school for like half a day and go home and do what you want. Swing on the swing set, get Mom to take you to the park, ride your tricycle around the driveway -- but make sure you don't go in the street, or Mom will get mad. In an attempt to both get my point across, I'm going to try something I recently saw on another blog I follow, but in a slightly different manner. A mother had to write what she thought her daughter would say about her, in her daughter's own words. And thus, I'm going to write about my childhood, as childhood me.

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It's kinda early right now. I wish I didn't have school. It stinks. Mom said I had to go though. Maybe Mrs. McKenzie will have something fun planned today. I wish I could ride the bus all day. It's really a lot of fun, and I like being able to be almost the first one on and the last one off. It's like I'm the coolest person on the bus.

Mom picked my Star Wars shirt for me to wear today, and the navy blue shorts. It's one of my favorite shirts; she knows that. It was sitting on the rocking chair by my bed, just like always. I got to eat Trix today for breakfast, since I begged Mom to get it at Shop Rite. I'm glad I have the morning kindergarten time. Then I can play outside when I get home.

The tree is supposed to be taken down today, but I wish it wasn't. I love the willow tree. It's better than the apple tree. Dad makes us pick up the rotten apples before he mows the lawn. It's nice for the sandbox though. Tory and I made a city with the sand, and drove the cars around the box. We made a story up, like we always do.

I just got to school. We say the Pledge of Allegiance, just like always. I hope we sing It's a Grand Old Flag today. That's my favorite one to sing. Haley Beard brought her ducks in today. They're so cool! I wish I had pets. Mom and Dad don't want to get any. I get to take home Kinderbear tonight, for a few days. I'm really excited! I just have to write in his journal the stuff that we did. I've been planning a lot of things. I want to go to Thompson Park, and go in the Hamburgers. Thompson Park is one of my favorite parks. I like Dorbrook too, but their playground isn't that good. And the path is really really long. I usually get too tired on my bike. I'm not sure what else I'm going to do with Kinderbear, but it will be fun.

When I get off the bus, the tree cutting guys are already here. I'm going to miss the willow tree. But at least it's not my or Tory's tree that they are cutting down. Peter has one too, but he doesn't really care yet about that. Mom made me a face lunch today, which is my favorite. Peaches for ears, peanut butter and raisins on crackers for eyes, with rolled up bologna, cottage cheese, and some milk. I even got breadsticks today, and some mustard to dip the bologna in. When I go to the grocery store, I always get some bologna from the meat people. It's my favorite part of going.

I decide to sit outside the watch the tree while I eat. Mom won't let me go outside until I've finished though. So I eat fast, and then go outside. Mom just brought me ice spice cookies. I like them a lot too. The man is climbing up the tree with ropes and boots with spikes. It's loud, but I don't want to move...........

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Just so you guys know, all of the things / people mentioned in that was all real stuff. Some were at different times, but I sorta combined them all together so you could get the gist. Childhood was just so much easier. Nothing difficult to worry about. No life-affecting decisions. I was more worried about what hat I was going to wear that day. Childhood is one thing I never want to let go, and I'm not saying I want to be Peter Pan -- I just don't want to lose the magic and the easy living that happened back then. To never lose that I-don't-care-what-others-think attitude, and bring back the I-just-want-to-have-fun attitude. It's definitely really important. And on that note, I think I will retire. Let me know what you thought of that -- I've never wrote from the perspective of 5 year old me before.

Lyric of the day:

"where there's gold, there's a gold digger"