I particularly liked the days from when I was 4 til about 8. I had a lot of friends. I dressed in these ugly outfits that my mom, bless her, picked out for me because she "thought they were cute," and nobody cared. I carried a lot of baby fat and nobody cared. A group of friends and I used to chase a group of boys around the school during recess and they didn't care about anything but us having "cooties."
I learned to read, and suddenly, reading became my favorite pastime. I loved writing these stupid poems and stories that I'd probably get a good kick out of reading now. I loved drawing and painting, even though I was no good at it. I had fun.
We are all so carefree.
Those are the times I miss the most.