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Thinks That Made Me Happy As A Kid

When you spend as much time alone as I do, you tend to think about things that bring, or brought you happiness.  It's those little moments that tear away the sadness at times.  Over the last few weeks I've thought a lot about those times.  So many of them seem so insignificant now, but at the time they meant so much to me. 

I always loved going into a movie theater when it was light out and coming out when it was dark. I'm not sure why, but this always made me feel great when I was a kid.  I never really thought about why, but I think it somehow made me feel older.  When I was really young, I'd only go to matinees, so before I could go to the movies at night, this was the next step. 

Sometimes I would go out at night in high school and go to play basketball in the local park in dark.  Usually it was short lived, because the sound of the bouncing ball on in the silent night would make quite a bit of noise and someone would call the police.  I remember being so focused.  It seemed like I never missed.  I would cut through make believe defenders or spot up for three pointers at a basket that seemed as big as a hula hoop.  Sometimes it was just magical.

I remember pretending to shave with a plastic toy, while my father shaved.  He would lather up my face and I would stand on something and slowly slide the toy across my face, then rinse it off in the sink.  Always made me happy.  Little did I realize how annoying shaving would be as an adult.

I used to love playing video games with my brother.  He was a little kid, but he was always so happy when I played them with him.  One of the best times was when we were playing Super Mario Bros and we got to the final level.  We both tried to save the princess, but couldn't.  One day, I left the house and was outside waiting for a friend to pick me up, when I heard him calling my name from our terrace.  He said "Jona, I did it, I saved the princess.  Sounds silly, but I was so proud he did it before me.

Probably the thing I miss the most was when I would sit on the family computer, before I got my own.  It would be late at night and everyone was sleeping and my mother would come out to get something to drink.  She'd walk buy and go into the kitchen.  A few moments later, she'd walk out, turn  the light off and every time, as she passed, she'd brush the back of my head with her hand.  It's the little things like that.  The ones we know we'll never have that brings tears of joy.  Miss that so much!

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