Longings

Sooo down... sooo down. It was a phrase that was very common in the old days (very old days) between me cousin, sister and myself. It resolved many a fight and usually reduced us to helpless fits of laughter, but for what reasons I know not. Just suffice it to say that we lived most simply back then.
Simple days equaled simple pleasures. There were the days of orphanage and promenades , and sometimes we were able to persuade Mark to join in on some of our more mature activities, like Chef on the Reimers's woodpile and GUNS. We even had our own patented and famous dishes. There was Beka's carrot-top dish, which sometimes made our mouths water (if it was close to lunch:). And then there was my master piece, the illustrious French dish made with clay and "wheat".
Those were the days of peace and eternal prosperity in the mind of a five year old. The days when being a Christian just meant that you prayed to God at night, went to church with Mom and Dad, and obeyed all the big people in all that was right.
But now I am sixteen years old and expectations of me are alittle different. And as things begin to close in and our eyes are made to open wider, life begins to hold very little pleasure. And I must confess, that at times I have wished to go back to the days of blissful childhood.
Oh well.. a tear and a sigh for the days gone by.