What do you miss most about childhood?

Stomping through the kitchen, scowling ferociously, I grabbed my tote bag. I stood silently for a moment, straining to hear a hint of footsteps coming down the stairs. Nothing. I waited another minute. Still nothing. "Doesn't she understand that I wasn't asking for the dishwasher to be emptied, I was telling her to get it … Continue reading What do you miss most about childhood?