I miss being a child.

Does anyone else miss childhood holidays?

How on the 4th of July excitement would build up, in till it was oozing out of every orifice of your body?  And no matter how lame the fire works were, you were always in awe of them?

How about Christmas? Do you remember waking up in joyous hysteria because Santa Clause had come, and you rush down the hall to awaken everyone, (this was not an easy task in my house...) even though it was 4 am in the morning?

Do you remember the sheer joy of Easter? Of waking up to the smell of a delicious breakfast being lovingly made, but not stopping to enjoy the mouth watering effects in created because you wanted to  find you basket, which the Easter Bunny had hidden? Or the pure heart wrenching feeling when you can't find yours, and everyone else has? The panic welling up inside your little six year old body, in till your brother gives you a hint as to somewhere you haven't looked. Or the pure anger when your brother steals your favorite candy?

I miss those days. Every holiday was a big deal, and every emotion was so.... untainted.