The days when my children’s tiny baby teeth sparkled in their pudgy faces with the smiles they always wore,
The excitement incited by the magic cabinet suffused with art supplies, the contents with which we painted horse shoes and pumpkins and rocks, we created pirate hats and feathery gold owl masks covered with gems, then glued them to sticks,
The daily fantasies extracted from the costume bin with feather boas, tiaras, gowns, long wigs, magic wands, and sparkly slippers, super hero capes… which frequently led to freeze dancing competitions,
The long walks in the enchanted forest preserves when our dog Harry was alive,
I didn’t know it at the time, but those were the good old days.
THE DAILY POST
Nov 18, 2014
Is there a period in your own personal life that you think of as the good old days? Tell us a story about those innocent and/or exciting times (or lack thereof).