When I Was Younger

I miss when I could run around in my underwear,
and staying up till eight was a big deal.
I miss how my mom would say not to stare,
and always say please and thank you after a meal.

I miss how I could sing along to any song,
even if I didn't know the words.
I miss when I didn't get in trouble when I did something wrong,
granted all I did was get into the cupboards.

I miss when I wore size 6x,
and still played dress up and tea party with my friends.
I miss when my life wasn't so complex,
and my mom thought it was cute that I had all these boyfriends.

I miss the days when I was 3 feet tall,
and I could wear orange and blue and not even care.
I miss the days I drove my mom up the wall,
and most I miss my little brown teddy bear.

But really what I miss even more,
Is how I don't miss any of this.
Yes those days are what I adore,
but having them over again would mean I wouldn't have anything at all to miss...