I miss being a child, and riding my bike everywhere. I used to hate riding my bike at times, when it was rainy or windy. But really, I miss it now.
Very often, wherever I went, I’d go there by bike. I miss that feeling in my legs, or the wind in my hair, or the sound of a bike. I’m not quite sure why I miss that. Maybe it’s the childhood memories. Everything was so innocent then, and I didn’t have any worries apart from my imaginary tea party.
Riding my bike as a kid is definitely something I miss.
Today I had nothing particular planned but thought it might be a nice idea to share some wonderful Christmas memories.
I haven’t got one memory for just Christmas eve or Christmas morning -I grew up in Germany so I’d open some gifts on Christmas eve and the rest on Christmas morning. My memories stretch from end of November, where kids would roam the streets with lanterns and sing songs to get sweets to New Years Eve parties with my friends
I remember loving to make the Christmas lanterns at school and meeting up with my friends to sing songs for St Martins day parades
I remember having Adventskraenze and lighting a candle on each Advent -four sundays before Christmas eve, first one candle, then two, then three and on Christmas eve the fourth candle would be lit. Stories would be told, games played and time spent with the family. My family never really did this, as its more a German thing as far as I know, but I remember the smell of orange and cinnamon and every monday, our history teacher would tell us a short story in the morning before we began the lesson.
I remember putting up the tree and having little book things to hang up on the tree and seeing the ornaments as little, precious toys. I remember loving the smell of real trees and just feeling happy and at home.
I remember unwrapping loads of presents and feeling so happy, I could’ve exploded. I remember getting help setting up a barbie van or something with my cousin, with my Mum and uncle around.
It might just be me, but in the UK, I haven’t heard anything like St Martin’s parades or Advents wreaths or whatever they’re called in English. Good memories tho, difficult to put into words haha.