I remember being young and not caring what I looked like!

Those were the good old days.

I also thought:

-mustaches grew out of noses - like, an extension of nose hairs.

-my parents got change back from the cashier cause they were just that awesome.

-you could get pregnant by just deciding it in your head. I wondered if I could have a baby too...

-I DID NOT get why my dad could sleep with his shirt off in the summer but I couldn't.

I remember swinging all over my playground like a monkey - the sand was sinking sand.

Eating plain yogurt and sugar, pretending it was the bears porridge and I was Goldilocks.

Being absolutely fascinated with bubbles. They're still mind blowing - explosive little irridescent rainbow skinned globes. I remember wondering if there was a place for all the ones that float away, a sort of heaven, or neverland for lost bubbles.

I wonder if we actually change when we grow up, or if we're really the same person we were at 5, just with additional layers of experience, regret and fear layered over each other. But if I could peel those away, would 5 year old me still be there?

If you could go back in time and meet yourself as a kid, would you say anything to you?