I miss the feeling of pure happiness I got when I was able to run around in the rain and not get in trouble for dirtying my clothes.
I miss staying outside on warm summer nights with my brothers catching fireflies until we were forced inside.
I miss jamming out to "heart and soul" on the piano with my dad, thinking it was the coolest thing in the world.
I miss my grandma telling me not to roll down the hill with no shirt on because I would be itchy. (But I did of course anyway. Several times.)
I miss waiting for the heaviest snowfall, and going outside for hours to build a snowfort. (Even though we got cold and kicked it down anyway.)
I miss being carefree. Only worrying about what mom was cooking for dinner.
Most of all, I miss how much more the little things meant to me.
I long for those feelings again.