God I used to go through bowls....wait...i still do...hmm..
I miss not having to watch every word I say.
Not being aware of how I look.
Not spending every spare minute thinking, planning, worrying.
That one's the wierdest. I remember the first time I looked in a mirror and it registered that that was...me.
Horse riding camps, endless school holidays full of mucking about that always dissipeared before you knew it. Entire weeks spent building lego worlds, I'm talking turning entire rooms into gigantic spaceports or pirate bases. Building bases, tree forts, various ingenious pieces of weaponary, day-long waterpistol fights. I miss my supersoaker50.
All bought back to me recently by visiting my best friend from my first few years of school who left when we were 7 or so, moved to Oman then England, tailing his dad's job in the Oil biz.