What I Miss About Childhood

What do you miss most about childhood?

Oh dear. Here we go again with the remembering of stuff I can’t remember. I wouldn’t rightly know what I miss most about my childhood since I don’t really remember it. I don’t have many memories of being very small and those that I do are murky at best, so I’ll just say sleep.

I honestly don’t know whether I have been an insomniac my entire life or whether there was a time when I could, in fact, sleep like a baby. I can’t really imagine an insomniac two year old, so I’m going to make the assumption that, at one point in my life, I could probably sleep. I miss that even though I don’t remember it.

To be able to just sink into slumber whenever one wants must be the height of luxury. To feel safe and secure enough to just drift off to slumber mid-sentence must be a nice world in which to live. My grandmother could do this. She would be halfway through a sentence, drift off to sleep, wake up and finish her thought. I have always been envious of people who can sleep.

Barring any illnesses or extenuating circumstances, most human beings are born with this ability in the same way that we innately know how to breathe and poop. It’s second nature. No one needs to tell us to do it, until we get a little older and want to stay up past our bedtimes, we just do it.

Somewhere along the way, I lost that and I’d like it back. I might even offer a reward. So, if you see a childhood ability to slumber just roaming around lost, let me know.

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