Sunday
Nov112012
50 Things I Do and Do Not Miss From Childhood
Sunday, November 11, 2012 25 Things I Do Not Miss From Childhood
- Eating my peas
- Having very little privacy
- Going to bed while the sun was still out
- Not having my feelings and ideas taken seriously, even when my whole heart was in them
- The stiff, overly thick, 1970s, corduroy pants that made loud shooshing noises when you walked
- Bullies threatening me with physical violence and following me home from school
- Group showers after Phys. Ed. classes
- Feeling hopeless about The Bomb and praying fervently that the Russians and the Americans wouldn't push the button
- Rugburn
- My mother picking out my clothes
- The feeling of devastation that relatively small events could cause
- Navigating the complex world of female relationships
- Being teased by grownups without any real ability to get away
- Wanting to read far above my maturity level and not being allowed to
- The awkwardness of other children's birthday parties
- Organ lessons
- Being continually supervised
- How much elementary school played out like Lord of the Flies
- Always outgrowing clothes that I loved
- How everything I wanted seemed to be arbitrarily kept away from me by future ages
- Show & Tell in front of the class
- That time I lived in fear of my mother for a few days after I found her collection of what I thought were trophies from her alien kills in the fridge (olives stuffed with pimentos were new to me at the time)
- Loose teeth
- Religion-induced anxiety that my soul might be at stake over some inadvertent sin
- That people gave me dolls as gifts, which I was alternately disinterested in or terrified by
25 Things I Do Miss From Childhood
- Jumping on the bed
- The soft clatter pennies made in my pink, plastic piggybank when I rolled it over the shag carpeting in the hallway
- Cardboard boxes exciting the hell out of me
- Giggling through church while adding "under the covers at night" to the end of every song title in the hymnal
- Bug funerals
- Putting everything in my mouth to taste it
- The deep satisfaction after getting a perfect mark on a spelling test
- That the dentist gave me a sparkly ring after each visit
- How my fingers fit perfectly into the grooves meant to hold cigarettes in plastic hotel ashtrays
- That a garden shed could be the center of whole kingdom
- Climbing up high into a tree to read books
- Rootbeer popsicles
- The feeling peculiar to my mother cutting the tops open on a new set of finger paints
- Lying around in deep states of boredom
- The smell of my grandfather on a cotton pillowcase after he and my grandmother stayed the night
- Wearing my father's old shirts as giant painting smocks
- That lies felt like satisfying stories told well
- Those giant Lip Smackers chapsticks that smelled like bubblegum
- Reading books with a flashlight in the back of my closet where the carpet was still relatively unworn
- The beach ball smell of my rain slicker and a new umbrella
- Playing hard like it was my job
- That everything my future self could possibly be, from a secretary to a heroin addict, seemed like equally dramatic and grand adventures
- Learning to yo-yo while standing on a kitchen chair, because the string was too long and I was too short to do it from the floor
- Hiding nuts in my hair at the lake for the squirrels to find
- Long days stretching out ahead of me over which I had fairly free reign to invent ways to fill them












































Reader Comments (12)
Love this Elan! Never liked root beer ice pops, but anything cherry that turned my tongue red someone seemed more illicit and delicious.
Group showers, the WORST. Do they still subject kids to that horror?
This was magical, thank you. And now I'm sitting here, when I should be working, recalling all the things I miss about my childhood. Like hiding places. There was something so victorious about finding a really good hiding place.
So much truth in your lists! BTW, children's birthday parties are still awkward
Ooh... I loved this! I miss--and don't miss--so much, too. I might use this idea for a post soon! Full credit to you, of course!
Roller skates! And I love #10. You just reminded me of being in kindergarten and thinking the whole world could run like a garden. Wonderful, wonderful lists for this fine Sunday. :)
I can relate to many of the missed and not missed items but #12 rootbeer popsicles, I haven't had one or even thought of one in years. I wonder if I can find one now.
I relate to so much of this...
Gorgeous. Gave me a renewed insight into and appreciation of the unique minds of my stepsons.
#22 your mother's alien kills. That cracks me up! You must have been a fun kid to have around.
Fabulous lists!!
Oh, that grandfather smell. It's still in fresh cotton pillowcases, after they've been in the linen cupboard for a couple of days. Helps me remember our last year together, when he had cancer: naps with Grandpa, when the water bed was the most comfortable place for him to rest. How I loved him.
Beautiful. I think I'll have my students do lists as a writing exercise.
PS - Congratulations! You survived!!!