I miss those days
When the only real heartbreak I went through was on page 499 of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, when Harry kissed Ginny.
When rains meant running outside to play, not worrying about how my hair would deal with water.
When crying was the solution to everything, literally.
When eating was not a problem but a pleasure.
When mirrors were for making funny faces not for grimacing over the extra pounds that people did not miss to point at.
When make up was what I did with my sibling after having had a spat with him.
When the best toys were stationary objects around whom whole entire story-lines could be created.
When growing out of clothes was a moment of pride and not concern.
When hurting yourself while playing was about getting well, not about whether the wound would leave a scar.
When cartoons taught me so much more that grown-up shows did.
When skate-boards were in trend not hover-boards.
When PC games were the be all and end all of gaming systems. And all that mattered was if the graphic card was up to date.
I miss those days so badly.
A Rogue Planet 