Life isn't too shabby sometimes.

I adultly put my exfoliating gloves on and suddenly realised.. I miss face paints. I miss the smudged lion that messily decorated my face and gave me a sense of pride, as I ran to the next fun obstacle obviously. I miss face paints. I miss the bouncy castle that always felt a little too hard under my feet, that made me think the world outside of them inflatable walls didn’t exsist. Although, the bouncy castle was standardly monitored by a teenager that constantly rolled their eyes and told me their mother was younger than mine as soon as I got off. I miss the butterfly wings on each cheek that made me feel pretty and free. In a time where I did not fluster over progress, and did not consciously analyse an hour lazily spent. I miss THOSE parties. The ones which you would have a Happy Meal at the end, and genuinely left feeling happy. It’s so ironic, and you miss it all as a kid, you think it’s standard existence. As kids, we are consumed with doing things, being present in moments. I wonder when we forgot to do it all, be bigger, braver and just free. When did we stop wanting face paints and try to be those things on our own?