I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.
The love of a family is life's greatest blessing. To me, family means Love
You are so wise papa-papper. Wonderful and original post keep the good work. I love you........winks