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I miss my childhood. I really do.

Things were so much simpler then. You knew your place in the world. If you messed up, your parents put you back in line. End of story.

Nowadays, I'm supposed to be an adult. I have to be responsible and accountable for my actions and speech. If I screw up, I can't depend on anyone to bail me out except me. Which sucks, because well, I'm not the most dependable guy in the world, am I? (Don't answer that.)

I miss days when I would wake up, sun shining on my face, knowing full well I didn't have to rush in the morning because it was the summer holidays, and I could be as lazy as I want. I would lie in bed, relishing my freedom and excited at what lied ahead that day. Maybe it was a 4 hour marathon of TV, starting with The Price is Right and finishing with The Brady Bunch, with the Flintstone thrown in somewhere in the middle. Or it could be just hanging out with my buddies on our bikes, cycling to a new part of town we haven't been to. It could be skipping rocks by the lake, climbing trees in the park, or a pick-up game of hide and go seek. Whatever it was, it didn't matter, because times were simple and you knew your place in life.

Think way back, to a point where going out for dinner was special. Your parents would inform you at about 4 or 5 pm that neither Mom nor Dad felt like cooking, so they were taking the whole family to McDoggies or Booger Thing. And if we were good, we could get a Schlappy Meal. Did I mention it even came with a toy?! Oh cool.

Now that I'm grown up, I dread having to eat at McDogs, mostly out of convenience. I'd die for a home cooked meal. That's right, I'd drop dead, right here and now, for a decent home cooked meal. Stuff my corpse with homemade filling.... Okay, maybe that's being a little stupid. I'd only die for a GREAT homecooked meal, like the ones Mom used to make. Oh man, to this day, my Mother makes the best, the FREAKING BEST cream of mushroom, chicken and spinich lasagna this side of Little Italy. Just typing that made my stomach growl in sorrow. I so miss that dish.

You know what else? My Mom's homebaked apple pie. If you think you know apple pie, I pity your ignorance. You only know sour apples, over-spiced and always too sweet, haphazardly thrown between second grade sawdust you call crust, and then burnt in the oven. I'm telling you, one bite of my Mom's apple pie, and you'd swear off all other religion, just to have another slice. It was that good. By the way, did I mention that she even made the crust from scratch. Beat that Betty Crocker!

I also miss my Dad's Chinese cooking. He could make ordinary vegetables and beef into delicacy fit for a king; eating it made you feel like royalty. My Mom can cook non-Chinese food like no one's business, but when it comes to authentic Chinese cusine, fergetaboutit pal. He even makes "Cha Sill Bow" (BBQ Pork buns) from scratch. So there!

I want my childhood back. I'd trade in my GTI and my bike for a brief second of my childhood. Those carefree days of fun are long gone. Now, even one evening spent playing on the computer makes me feel guilty. I could so make that time more worthwhile. I would give it all away to be 12 again. Well, minus the puberty bit. Peach fuzz was kinda embarassing.

Where is my place in life now? I don't know, I really don't. I hope I fit into yours, somewhere....

...."Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing...." <- 10 yrs old, heard while helping my Dad paint the new house in Ajax.
posted by losir at 2:44 PM