Riding a bike downhill.
Legos, Construx, crayons, Disney songs on record, water-color books.
Soapbubbles!
Skipping the cracks on the sidewalk.
The first icecream of summer.
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Riding with mom and my brothers in her car. I’m 34 and they are 25 and 26. We still call “shotgun” and argue about shotgun etiquette. If we can’t agree who called it “legally” we will sprint to the car. Geez what a bunch of dorks. She must get pretty embarrassed. hehehe
The ice cream shops in Germany. Some how the ones in the states don’t quite work the same. I think it’s the lack of flavors beyond chocolate.
The smell of the ocean.
Eating salt water taffy.
Picking out a Christmas tree (last year we had an artificial one and I sorely missed the experience).
Drinking chocolate milk.
Riding a bike.