When I was a kid, I didn’t have a laptop, an iPod, a PS3, WiFi or an iPad. I played outside with friends, bruised my knees, made up stories and played hide and seek. I ate what my mom made, I would think twice before I said no to my parents. Life wasn’t hard, it was good and I survived. Kids these days are spoiled. Re-post this if you appreciate the way you were raised. I think we were happier kids.
I could stare at this all day.
does this ever even end ?! (Source: nothisisntasif, via kaericature-deactivated20120429)
its been a while
i don’t see the connection of hunting for eggs on Easter Sunday. what does it have to do with Christ’s resurrection? i’m not hating. just curious. I’ve reached the point where i’m too old to go to easter-egg hunting. and by this, i mean i would stick out like a soar thumb running around the garden looking for hidden eggs along with kids half my age. and size. so i watched and felt nostalgic waves settle at the back of my mind. (thank you, Marla Lim for helping me with that last sentence) word vomit. it happens.
