Looking Back

Meghan - Belgrade, Montana
Entered on April 29, 2009
Age Group: Under 18
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I believe the simplest things in life mean the most in the end. Through life the memories that have stuck with me the most are the simple ones. Looking back on when I was young the things I remember are the little things I never thought would stick with me through the years.

My sister moved away recently and I never thought I would miss all the arguing and sisterly talks, but I have so many memories that I look back on. Whether it comes to sitting in our bedroom closet reenacting a life with little people where everything is pink; or playing outside for endless hours making soup out of weeds and leaves for our stuffed animal friends. I can’t even tell you how many days we spent stuffed away in our back room playing the role of “mommy” in our house. These simple things are what I miss.

I miss the days when everything was so simple, when the big decision of the day came down to whether to play on the swings or the monkey bars first. These are the days I wish I could go back to. Days when recess consisted of making huge snow houses with my close friends, playing the role of whomever we wanted to be. I remember the days when my friend and I only had to worry about the absence of our invisible students in our so called “school”. These simple days are what I miss.

Feeling accomplished used to come so easily. I still remember the day when I learned how to ride my bike. I felt so free and independent on my own being able to ride on two wheels. Cooking with my mom was a privilege and something I looked forward to. Just the job of being in charge of the stirring made me feel so successful. Also having my own four foot garden square, being able to grow my own food, man that was awesome. These easy accomplishments are what I miss.

When I look back and I remember the little memories, they show me what means the most. It’s not the big vacations or expensive birthday presents that come to mind when I think about life when I was a kid. It’s the little things I did to pass time that I remember. I believe the simplest things in life mean the most in the end.