12 Activities I Miss From My Childhood

12 Activities I Miss From My Childhood

Gameboys, Ghost in the Graveyard, and game nights.
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As a college student, I’ve been experiencing a large amount of nostalgia recently. Kids in my grade are getting married, starting families, beginning careers and doing other adult things; meanwhile, I’m still asking my mom to make my dentist appointments for me. I keep having the overwhelming sense that I have further to go in creating a life for myself, but at the same time, I wish life would back off with all of the stressful responsibilities it’s throwing at me. The freedom of growing up has come with a lot of responsibilities, and it’s easy to miss my carefree childhood every once in a while.

Fruit snacks and boombox jams have been replaced with coffee and late night cramming. It’s difficult to not miss the “good old days” sometimes. To give you the ultimate dose of nostalgia, I’ve put together a list of my favorite childhood memories so that you can reminisce, too.


1. Car rides

Before shotgun came into play, there was the lavish life of backseat chillin’. In my book, you lose points if you had a car with a TV but gain major points if you ever played with a Gameboy, Tamagotchi, Hit Clips or etc. while you chilled. The best days were when you got a sucker from the bank drive thru.

2. Building forts

Obviously, having large trees or a forest by your house is a key component here. The most important part about fort building is that you never actually finished building one--it was always a work in progress. If you were lucky enough to have a legitimate tree fort, that means you were able to have movie moments like "The Sandlot" sleepovers or "Stand By Me" adventure planning, and I am forever envious.

3. Bike gangs

The key to a solid bike squad was combining your smaller group with another small one from across the neighborhood; then you could feel like a rebel for traveling so far from home (which, in reality, was like four and a half blocks away). If you had a nearby park as a central meeting location, or pegs (the OG tandem bike), then you were doing bike gangs right.

4. Grocery carts

Wow life’s little pleasures, like sitting on the bottom of the grocery cart next to a pack of 2-ply, trying to sneak snacks into the cart while your mom pushed you around the store. Standing on the side of the cart was equally rebellious, and coincidentally more comfortable.

5. Television shows

Coming home from school and collapsing on the couch to watch a 3:30 episode of "Lizzie McGuire" or "The Amanda Show" is a key memory in many '90s kids lives. If you can still remember what channel Disney, Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network or Animal Planet were on, you are in this boat.

6. Game night

Candy Land. Guess Who. Mancala. Uno Attack. Trouble. Life. Parcheesi. Cadoo. Battlefield. Monopoly. Scene It. Enough said.

7. Capture the Flag

Along with this, Ghost in the Graveyard was also an excellent group game. Talk about adrenaline-rushing fun. If you didn’t play these games at night with your neighborhood squad, then your childhood was deprived.

8. Monkey bars

Sitting on top of the monkey bars with who else but your ride-or-die gang of the week? Some weeks, the swingset was where it was at, but in the end, the monkey bars would always prevail.

9. Snack selection

Fruit Roll-ups. Frozen waffles. Lunchables. Teddy Grahams. Smucker’s. Applesauce. Goldfish. None of it was healthy, and none of us cared. I don’t think our parents cared that it was unhealthy either, because sometimes we were so picky that any food was acceptable.

10. Children’s menu

Unfortunately, once you reach 20 (or, more realistically, 12) it’s no longer socially acceptable to order chicken fingers for $4.99; otherwise, we’d all do it. Paper children’s menus with puzzles and coloring sections on them are arguably the most clutch creations ever. Looking back, our parents probably picked restaurants that had interactive children’s menus specifically so that we’d sit there and shut up.

11. Recess

Elementary school playground atmospheres closely rival the competitiveness that appears during college sporting events. Post-lunch games of football, four square, kickball and lightning are some of my craziest elementary school memories. If you didn’t break a sweat or come out with any bruises, you weren’t doing it right. Competition was everything the moment you stepped onto the playground.

12. "Fashion"

I may or may not have gone through a phase where I rotated through four pairs of crazy patterned socks that I wore with rolled up flare jeans. Yikes. But guess whose opinion I cared about? No one’s but mine. (Although after the short middle/high school phase where everyone judged everyone, I now am back in the same IDGAF boat as I was back in third grade.)


Wow, emotional yet? It was the best of times, it was the worst of times--but mostly just the best of times. Your childhood friends, hobbies, and snack choices are all an integral part of who you are, and it is always fun to reminisce on the correlated randomness of it all. Lastly, let's say a quick amen that our childhood memories are free from hover boards and hashtags. Bless up.

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To The Girl Struggling With Her Body Image

It's not about the size of your jeans, but the size of your heart, soul, and spirit.

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To the girl struggling with her body image,

You are more than the number on the scale. You are more than the number on your jeans and dresses. You are way more than the number of pounds you've gained or lost in whatever amount of time.

Weight is defined as the quantity of matter contained by a body or object. Weight does not define your self-worth, ambition or potential.

So many girls strive for validation through the various numbers associated with body image and it's really so sad seeing such beautiful, incredible women become discouraged over a few numbers that don't measure anything of true significance.

Yes, it is important to live a healthy lifestyle. Yes, it is important to take care of yourself. However, taking care of yourself includes your mental health as well. Neglecting either your mental or physical health will inflict problems on the other. It's very easy to get caught up in the idea that you're too heavy or too thin, which results in you possibly mistreating your body in some way.

Your body is your special, beautiful temple. It harbors all of your thoughts, feelings, characteristics, and ideas. Without it, you wouldn't be you. If you so wish to change it in a healthy way, then, by all means, go ahead. With that being said, don't make changes to impress or please someone else. You are the only person who is in charge of your body. No one else has the right to tell you whether or not your body is good enough. If you don't satisfy their standards, then you don't need that sort of negative influence in your life. That sort of manipulation and control is extremely unhealthy in its own regard.

Do not hold back on things you love or want to do because of how you interpret your body. You are enough. You are more than enough. You are more than your exterior. You are your inner being, your spirit. A smile and confidence are the most beautiful things you can wear.

It's not about the size of your jeans. It's about the size of your mind and heart. Embrace your body, observe and adore every curve, bone and stretch mark. Wear what makes you feel happy and comfortable in your own skin. Do your hair and makeup (or don't do either) to your heart's desire. Wear the crop top you've been eyeing up in that store window. Want a bikini body? Put a bikini on your body, simple.

So, as hard as it may seem sometimes, understand that the number on the scale doesn't measure the amount or significance of your contributions to this world. Just because that dress doesn't fit you like you had hoped doesn't mean that you're any less of a person.

Love your body, and your body will love you right back.

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My First Year Of College Wasn’t Great And That’s Okay

I didn’t adjust as well as I thought I would, but I made it.

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Everyone always raves about how much they loved their freshman year of college. The independence, the parties, meeting all these new people from different places. It's a big milestone in your life. But not everyone has an amazing first year. And I'm one of those people.

Don't get me wrong. I was so excited about college. Finally getting to be on my own, experiencing all these new things. I even met people in my class before we moved in. And the first month was a blast...but then it wasn't anymore.

Eventually, I slid into this “funk", you could say. I was depressed. I never wanted to leave my bed. Some nights, I didn't even wanna eat dinner. And soon, my friends noticed but soon just stopped inviting me out.

At first, they still would, even though the answer was always no. But I guess they got bored and tired of me always saying no.

Soon, I didn't feel like I even had any friends and at one point, I even found myself debating going home to avoid being alone in my room all weekend. I would force myself to make plans, but found myself not wanting to go out because I got ignored every time I did. It wasn't worth it.

I was homesick, isolated, and just wanted to fit in.

When the year finally came to an end, I couldn't be happier. But now that it is over and I'm home, I realize how much I miss the people that were there for me. The people that came into my life unexpectedly, but it was hard for me to really recognize they care about me.

I absolutely hated my freshman year of college. Yeah, it started out good and I found my sorority, but I never felt like I was wanted anywhere. I felt so alone. I became so incredibly isolated and distant and it took a drastic toll on me as a person.

But in spite of all that, I realize that maybe that's how it was supposed to happen. Because I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and it will all play out.

This being said, my first year might not have been what I thought or hoped for. But I can truly say I am excited to see what my next year holds.

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