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Day 23: Something that I Miss

What do I miss?

I miss not knowing that the world was full of prejudice and overbearing people that will try to force their will on you. 

I miss my grandfather. He was a man of his word. They make them often anymore.

I miss my children being little and cute, you know when they are babies. So little they cannot move to get into trouble. They grow up much too fast, and begin to boss you around. The choice to spend all day with them is no longer an option unless you can afford the initial expense of homeschooling them.

I miss living far enough away from everyone that the illusion that people were not interfering in my life could be lived for longer than a minute.

What do you miss?

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