You know what is the thing I miss the most about my childhood? My creativity. I would gladly go back to the time I would dance all day, using my moves to express myself. My feelings. To the time I would read many books per day, almost hitting the walls because I couldn’t look up. I would go back to the time I was writing my crazy stories and put together little books for my parents. If I could talk to my younger self, I would tell her to never let the cool kids or the adults take away her imagination because this world requires her to be serious. That’s bullshit baby girl.