My parent's place has a garage that's detached from the house. When we were younger, my brother and I would sometimes climb on to the roof of the garage. Our parents were angry and made us stop when they found out, and sure it was dangerous, but I wish we could do that again. I miss the days where we were kids and did crazy things. Where it felt like we could do anything and had the whole world in our sight. I miss the view of my neighborhood from on top of the garage, a galaxy unexplored and mysterious to me.
Our property was my entire world, and I lived there fully. I would roll in the grass and flick the slugs off of me in the spring. I would run through the grass at sunset chasing fireflies in the summer. We would sled down the side yard in the winter. And jump inside piles of leaves in the fall.
I wish I would have appreciated those days more, when I still had them.