Swings, stickers and unicorns

Random thoughts but I have to say ah to the good old days when I had a swingset in the backyard, my sticker collection in a binder and I thought unicorns were the coolest animals ever. I would swing forever if my mother let me. That feeling you get when you swoosh past the ground on your way up into the sky... I love that feeling. When I take the kids to the park, I wedge my butt onto one those swings and taunt them, "I'm going higher than you!" Being the good children they are, they do not mention the reason I am going higher is because I weigh significantly more than they do. Good kids I have, yes (my Yoda impression carries more weight - no pun intended - in person).

I still have all my stickers I collected as a kid. I put them all on a few scrapbook pages and I keep them close by so I can look at all the ones I thought were cool (and still do). I had TONS of stickers. Mostly of unicorns. Gee. Big surprise there. I loved two things when I was younger, cats and unicorns. My walls had cat posters and my sticker book had unicorns.

Ahhh [breathe with me here] ... can you remember back then? When times were simpler. I sure do and I miss them. My kids do not know how good they have it. I wish for a day without responsibility. No paying bills while worrying where the money will come from. No cleaning my house and missing out on playing games with my kids. I miss days that were spent playing outside with my friends or just laying in the grass in the shade. My skinnier days. Maybe that is all I long for.. skinnier days. =) Nah, I just want to lay in the grass and not think to myself how much it itches me. Just once, at 36, I would like to swim in a lake and not cringe at what could be swimming around my ankles. I want to let go of all that and have not a care in the world like my kids do. *sigh*

Alas, I will get back to those skinnier days and hopefully along with it I will reclaim those responsibility-free days by winning the lottery and hiring some bean counter to do all my worrying for me. Or I could just snap right back to reality and deal with it. You have a wonderful life George Bailey -- yes, yes I do! And don't call me George...