I miss when I was over my grandmothers and she had a stool. Whatever she made my grandfather for dinner, I always made a little and had my own pan to put it in. My grandmother always made it, but, she gave me to put in my pan. When my grandfather would sit down to eat, he always said mine was better. I think that had something to do with my interest in cooking.
I loved helping my mother cook and making x mas cookies
Family get togethers.
There are a whole bunch of different things I miss about childhood.
Maybe most, the innocence of it. Being protected by mom and dad