I miss your endless possibilities. I miss bright days in the sunshine, carefree sipping Kool-Aid, sporting the most unmatchingest outfit and not caring a bit. I miss running barefoot over any surface without a care. I miss the smell of dirt on my hands. I miss not giving a hoot if I was tired and breathless and sweaty, and just wanting to keep playing anyway. I miss The Old Oak Tree, the giant piles of dirt in The Gravel Pit. I miss staying on our side of the invisible line that separated the back yard. I miss the sandy spot and the Stick Pile and picking wild blueberries in the back yard. I miss adventuring and hiding behind trees, climbing trees and swinging from branches. I miss having all the faith in the world that everything would be OK, because it always was at the end of the day. I miss warm nights, crickets chirping outside in the woods, soft woodsy-scented breezes coming in through the open window to caress me to sleep.