I have so several superb memories from my childhood that I prefer to look back on.
It’s not that I don’t care about my new adult life; it’s just that being a child was so much easyr.
I remember going through life without a care in the world, but periodically, I wish I could just go back to those great seasoned afternoons. 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 evening at friend’s houses quite often. I truthfully can’t remember spending any weekends at home. My siblings plus brothers plus I would bounce between four unusual friend’s houses. All of them were entirely kind plus hospitable. There was one friend’s loft that I loved staying the evening at more than others, plus that was my neighbor Maggie whose loft had radiant floors. I just enjoyed to lay on his floors. She consistently provided me a bed, however I number one to sleep in a sleeping bin on the heated floor. Maggie consistently thought I was bizarre for liking to sleep on the floor, however I just enjoyed the radiant floors so much that I couldn’t help it. I never got freezing 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 friend and I were staying the evening at Maggie’s’ house, I would get super happy because that meant sleeping on radiant floors. Looking back, I know it’s funny how much I liked sleeping on those floors, however on the other hand, I wish so badly that I could go back to those great seasoned afternoons.