To the kid who threw mad tantrums, whose death stare was so strong it turned your eyes into slits and no matter how it hurt to do that, you’d still continuing glaring from the corners of your eyes. To the kid who didn’t know a thing about anything and always wind up standing in front of mom, wailing. This kid whose gravest misdeed was still child’s play. To this kid, i miss you. I miss knowing nothing but the attitude issues you gave. I miss pouting and knowing that it’s just a phase. Everything will be fine in a few hours. Kid, i miss you and i miss being clueless.