Parts of me misses it.

The laughter, the memories, and my innocent view of the world.

I know we all have to grow up and get older, but who wants to leave childhood?

I have long realized that it’s for the better to be aware of how the world is cruel and unfair, than to be oblivious.

It’s part of growing up.

It’s a bittersweet and contradicting feeling because I know I shouldn’t but I do.

I still miss it.