When I think about my childhood, I think about sharing icy-poles on the front step of my Nana and Granda’s home, jumping over rose bushes and getting scratched anyway, playing tip chasey, reading books with my cousin under an umbrella in the garden. I think about all the friends we had over at our place, cause our place was the ‘cool’ place to hang out, and evidentially get your head shaved, because back then…that was cool, yeah? I think about playing elastics with the neighbourhood kids, dancing all the time, mum playing yahtzee with the neighbours, and coming home when the street lights came on, yep, I grew up in the 80′s. Today, growing up is a little different, and I wonder what my kids will remember about their childhood. I hope they remember their Dad always having time to jump on the trampoline with them, me reading story books with them, even when they can read all the words anyway, I hope they remember all the morning snuggles, the craft, the wave pool, and everything in between. I hope they remember how much we love watching them grow up. Every now and again I want to hit the ‘pause’ button, to slow time just a little bit, but life is not like that, so you have to cherish all the moments, the big, and the little…and everything else in between.