Childhood Meme

The Meme: What 5 Things do you miss about your childhood?

I got tagged by Brooke. If she's lucky I won't throw any snowballs at her.

Rules to this meme:
Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place. Add your blog's name in the #5 spot. Link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross pollination effect.

1. It's the End Of The World As We Know It
2. More Than My Luggage
3. Modigli
4. Babbling Brooke
5. Anthony Pereira

Next: select new friends to add to the pollen count. Of course, no one is obligated to participate, but what's the fun if you don't play along? On that note, feel free to tag yourself if I didn't list you here, but you'd like to do it.

Diadima
Nick
Übermilf

So, the five things I miss about my childhood are:

1. Being allowed to be imaginative. My childhood was dominated by imagined games. Even in my pre-teen years when normal kids were figuring out how to be sluts, me and my band of nerds were running around in a world all our own that existed no where but in our minds. Coincidentally the world of make-beleive started to fall apart the same day I serendipitously found a porn mag. You can taste the loss of innocense.

2. Bill Nye the Science Guy. I don't think I really need to explain why. That guy rocked my socks off.

3. Sleeping over at Michael's house. My best friend when I was a kid lived next door to me. He also had every toy imaginable. And a Nintendo. A FREAKING NINTENDO ENTERTAINMENT SYSTEM. Oh and a VCR. I may have had a computer, but just how much Where in the World Is Carmen Sandiego and SimCity can a young boy play? I wanted to be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.

4. Having a work ethic. Back in the days of not having cable and an internet yet to be opened up to the average person so we could all partake in porn and poo jokes, I was the master of homework. I used to kill those assignments dead. Then the money situation improved and we got cable. A bit later we hopped on the AOL bandwagon of the mid-nineties. I don't think I've read a whole book since. But I have typed "OMG ROFLMAO!!!" in a Nickolodeon Chatroom on AOL, not recently, mind you.

5. Having fun in the Winter. As an adult I can't stand the winter. I'd gladly give both my eyes to never see snow again. As a child though I could stay outside for hours and hours in temperatures that must have been somewhere near absolute zero (this is Canada afterall). Winter meant a whole range of activities that made the summer seem less cool that my grandparents rapping. I never much enjoyed watching or even playing hockey, but something about a tiny ice rink in a backyard made with a garden hose and lots of patience made hockey tolerable. I used to make a huge pile of snow from the driveway and dig a big hole out of it and hide things in it to find in the spring (there's the nerd again...). But nothing came even remotely close to the giant 30 kid snowball fights that used to happen on my street back when there were lots of kids. The day would be spent stockpiling snowballs and building ramparts along the huge mounds the plows made on each side of the street. Then as the sun set the kids from each side of the street would face each other from either side of no mans land and all hell would break loose for a hour or so. Sure some small kids would inevitably run home crying, but looking back on it, I can't really think of many more exciting moments in my life.

Keep on Trangling,

Anthony