Psh, little kids have all the fun.

  Today, I got to thinking about when I was younger- Boxes; there's a lot of uses for one as a child. I remember I was about five years old, and my parents had purchased a new refrigerator. I remember being for excited about it, not the shiny unchristened kitchen appliance- but for the box it came in. I ran up to the box and immediately all the possibilities began to pop up in my head. A house, a firetruck, a submarine, a spaceship...

  After I couldn't hold in my excitement in any longer, I wrapped my tiny arms around the box, mustered up all of my five-year-old strength, and drug the box out into our back yard.

"Choo Choo! I'm on a train." - It was truly amazing, the simple little things that brought me joy back then. Now as I get older, I see it's harder to please a person as they start aging up. Your wants begin to increase: A cell phone, new clothes, a car... But in that simple little box, I felt on top of the world. I had played in that silly thing until mom fought with me to come inside for dinner counting "5.. 4.. 3.. 2.."

  It rained later on that evening. So that was the first and last time I played in that box. And since I was young, it wasn't to hard to wash away my despair. A good episode of blue's clue's erased my memory of the cardboard cube. But as I look back now, it wasn't just some stupid box. It was a childhood memory, a time I can look back and remember being happy and couldn't ask for anything more in the world.

  Summing it up, as I get older and mature, I'm happy to move on with my life. But it's always nice to look back once and awhile and think about the past, not having a worry or care in the world.