I have so several superb memories from my childhood that I love to look back on.
It’s not that I don’t cherish my current adult life; it’s just that being a child was so much self-explanatoryr.
I remember going through life separate from a care in the world. Sometimes, I wish I could just go back to those good outdated days. One of my favorite memories of my childhood was having sleepovers at friends houses. Because both of my parents worked a lot, I stayed the night at friend’s houses quite often. I truthfully can’t remember spending any weekends at home. My siblings and sisters and I would bounce between four strange friend’s houses. All of them were certainly kind and hospitable. There was one friend’s house that I loved staying the night at more than others, and that was my acquaintance Maggie whose house had radiant floors. I just loved to lay on her floors. She always provided me a bed, although I favorite to sleep in a sleeping tote on the heated floor. Maggie always thought I was strange for liking to sleep on the floor, although I just loved the radiant floors so much that I couldn’t help it. I never got chilly sleeping on those radiant floors like I did whenever I slept in my bed at home. I remember every time my mom would tell me that my buddy and I were staying the night at Maggie’s’ house, I would get super excited because that meant sleeping on radiant floors. Looking back, I guess it’s funny how much I liked sleeping on those floors, but on the other hand, I wish so badly that I could go back to those good outdated days.