missing

I miss: the excitement of getting a 'fresh' box of CRAYOLA crayons.
Trying to open that difficult box top without ripping beyond the little tabs.
The wonderful unique sound of a really real Hula Hoop!
Finally mastering Chinese Jump Rope on the cracked cement drive-way of my childhood.
Forgetting math homework..but remembering every verse of "oh mary mack mack mack" during a jump rope marathon at recess.
milk and crackers, and the little red wagon we would use to deliver them to class.
the big green towel with my name on it for 'nap time'
being perfectly happy with that satisfactory feeling and sound of punching translucent pegs through that mysterious black paper,
waiting for my illuminated masterpiece to appear with a Light Bright.
tripping while holding what was sure to be a priceless work of art on my Etch-A-Sketch
Pong
my absolute treasure?
The Green Hornet Hot Wheel!
Don't forget that wonderful wheel-shaped case to hold them all in.
I had three.
My mom sold them all at a yard sale.
I still grieve.
Barbies---I could live without.
The delicacies that emitted from my Easy Bake Oven.
Paper Dolls that stuck to the refrigerator with magnets
sitting at my mom's feet while she ironed, and watched 'her stories'.
the theme music to General Hospital permanently seared in my memory
Mr. Bubble bubble baths and wondering why the bubbles weren't actually pink
No More Tears shampoo
Bonnie Bell lip gloss
Playing with the telephone only to have the operator come on and say she's gonna tell your parents, or call the cops.
Tiger Beat Magazine and Donny Osmond
crying the first morning on the first day of my freshman year
because he got married
and it wasn't to me
life really did seem magical
and less complicated
I would give anything to be able to walk through a Narnian closet and revisit those days
stumble past patent leather boots, bell bottoms and burnt orange jackets with fur collars
my dad coming home from work, dropping to his knees with a big smile"which pocket?"
it was always the left shirt pocket
it was always candy
it was always my favorite
butterscotch
hear my mom in the kitchen
the clank of the little metal pipe she used to make tortillas
wearing that thread bare blue floral apron
safety pins and tissues always attached or in pockets
the sound of her voice
going to my first drive in movie with mom and my sister
bundled with my favorite blanket in the back of the wood paneled station wagon
to seeVALLEY OF THE DOLLS!
I'll end this, with memories lingering around my head like a holographic wreath..snap back to Christmas present.. finish my shopping..maybe I'll pick up a 'fresh' box of Crayola's
just because