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Originally Posted by SusanB
I wish it was still OK for me to skip down the street or fling my arms around while I was walking.
What? I'm not supposed to do that anymore? I love to walk like that...that and walking like the Monkees like they do when they cross their leg in front of the person next to them. I do that with my daughter from time to time. People look at us but I think if they don't like seeing a mom having fun with her daughter THEY have the problem, not me!
I miss camping with my parents for about half the summer and walking on the beach collecting sea shells, moss and small pieces of driftwood and making 'seascapes' and giving them to my friends.
I miss being able to fall down doing something like ice skating and not feeling like a need ambulatory care.
I miss loafing around reading a book or doing whatever and smelling mom cooking dinner...pot roast being my favorite.
I miss bombing around the campground on my purple bike with the purple banana seat, low rider handle bars with tassles and cut-up straws on the spokes and big, geeky white basket on the front with the five flowers. And my am radio I had strapped to the handlebars (I remember, distinctly, Old Days from Chicago playing on it...weird).