When I was a kid there was always something bigger, something better than what I had. My toys were never the newest thing (even though my mom stood for hours to get me a Cabbage Patch Doll) or the fanciest (which I showed I would take excellent care of by leaving my Barbie on the porch)during a tornado.
My childhood seemed to be one long exercise in wanting something else.
I kinda want to go back and slap the crap out of childhood me. Instead, it helps me better deal with the wants and whines of my own children.
And then I see these.
I become 5yo again.
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Lead Photo Credit: Flickr/GViciano
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