I have so many great memories from my childhood that I love to look back on. It’s not that I don’t enjoy my current adult life; it’s just that being a child was so much simpler. I remember going through life without a care in the world. Sometimes, I wish I could just go back to those good old 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 honestly can’t remember spending any weekends at home. My brothers and sisters and I would bounce between four different friend’s houses. All of them were very kind and hospitable. There was one friend’s house that I enjoyed staying the night at more than others, and that was my friend Maggie whose house had heated floors. I just loved to lay on her floors. She always offered me a bed, but I preferred to sleep in a sleeping bag on the heated floor. Maggie always thought I was strange for liking to sleep on the floor, but I just loved the heated floors so much that I couldn’t help it. I never got cold sleeping on those heated floors like I did whenever I slept in my bed at home. I remember every time my mom would tell me that we were staying the night at Maggie’s’ house, I would get super excited because that meant sleeping on heated floors. Looking back, I think 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 old days.