What I Miss Most About My Childhood

30 Nov

by Lindsey Goodall

is it irony or jesus? so often i wonder. this weeks random writers topic is to write about something we miss from our childhood. my post goes live day after tomorrow. right now i’m on a flight from my childhood home, so the question feels especially poignant and relevant at this very moment.

i miss the familiarity. the warm smiles and hugs from those people who knew me as a small child. the grown ups who watched me flourish on the tennis courts and flail between the ropes of the high school pool. those who recognized my strengths and weaknesses before I even knew they existed.

i miss the friendships that are born solely out of proximity and shared history rather than common interests, likes and dislikes. those bonds of history that tie my hometown friends and i together are special. we often talk about how much we genuinely like each other. by in large, most of us WANT to attend our reunions and look forward to them. we make an effort to get together over the holidays and to keep up with one another throughout the year.

i miss the way things were, for my happy family in my childhood home. before all hell broke lose and splattered us across different states, with one ultimately landing in abroad. we are now two families, and disfunctional to say the least, with only one of us calling this sleepy little town in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, home.

i miss the rhododendrons and the hemlocks. i miss the smell of the evergreen forests as the dew evaporated in the morning sun. i miss friday night football games, sundrop and cheerwine, weekend camping trips, lake lure, college football saturdays, bojangles chicken biscuits, real chopped barbque and good sweet tea.

i miss the inherent understanding of the community and it’s driving forces. i am however, thankful that i can return whenever i want, and that so many of my hometown friendships have stood the tests of times and distance. i’m profoundly grateful that my parents chose a place to raise me that would welcome me home with such open arms each and every infrequent time i cross over the tarheel state line.

despite those things my heart sometimes longs for, i can’t say that I miss having not having my own identity, and with a heart fat for a place the shaped and molded me, i am grateful to return to the place I have created my own life. but most of all, as i reminisce on “home” and my childhood, i am that i don’t have to rake the leaves.


Posted by on November 30, 2011 in Lindsey Goodall, Prompts


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3 responses to “What I Miss Most About My Childhood

  1. Stephanie

    March 26, 2012 at 12:32 am

    I miss the apartment my family and i used to live in, though for most people they would prefer living in a house. don’t get me wrong, i love my house, but i miss the home that i grew up in. i don’t think it matters how big or small your home is as a kid, as long as it’s a ‘home.’ gosh, kids are the best because they are the only real people, if you know what i mean. they’re the only honest ones who know what they want. im only 17, and for most people that is still pretty young, but i miss the days where i would just sit back, be small enough to dangle my feel over the table, watch some Barney or Sesame Street, and make friends with people i didn’t feel forced to get to know. I love those friends you have, you know the ones that you met when you were really little and you don’t know how you became so close. i wish i had more friends like that. all i could remember when i was a kid though, was growing up: driving, getting married, bla bla bla. i still want all those things, but i wish i could just do it all over again sometimes. I love my life though, please don’t get me wrong. i just really miss the days where my life wasn’t consumed by homework, deadlines, applications, stress, and people who judge me for being a ‘teen.’ im not like most teens. i feel im more mature than most, even though i wanna kind of be a baby again hahaa šŸ˜‰


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