A life without children is a life without pregnancy. Deep.
A life without children is a life in which you do not have fifteen 6-year-olds making Diet Coke and Mentos fountains in your back yard.
You can decide for yourself whether this is a good or a bad thing.
“A life without children is a life with…”
…more money and less debt.
A life without children is a life with …
… the opportunity to have sex on the dining room table at two in the afternoon on any given Saturday.
Those Saturday night dinner invites must be damn hard to wrangle though. 
“A life without children is a life without…”
K.B.Toys. And Scouting over-nights. And those painfully hysterical winter concerts. And Pokemon cards. And Hannah Montana.
Ok, that last one is almost worth it.
Dang, Brown-Eyed Girl stole my first thought.
OK, a life without children is a life with half a box of Keebler Grasshopper Fudge cookies for dinner whenever the hell you feel like it.
“A life without children is a life with much nicer meals”
How about:
A life without children is… blissfully quiet. And clean.
Never having seen a kiddie show since you were in the demographic, and so being unfamiliar with Barney, Teletubbies and anything by Disney.
The kind of life where you don’t get prematurely gray and wrinkled from loss of sleep and excess of worry.
A life where you never, ever have to say, “Turn that crap OFF. NOW!!!” or “Because I said so, that’s why.”
Color me surprised I was the first to mention sex.
And, yeah, a life without kids means not having to find the perfect hiding spot for mah cookies. And then not having to find a new one on the next package.
ETA: Fishbicycle, I almost teared up. Beautiful, man.