Though I had some truly miserable childhood years, there's so much of it I do miss. What I appreciate most now though was not having to work to eat and getting nearly all the toys I wanted

... Still, isn't a twenty-four-year-old far too young to be nostalgic?
Yeah, I only grew up in the 'eighties, so I might be part of the younger generations that some of you think have missed out. But I'm glad I missed the 'fifties and 'sixties, frankly - sexual repression, rock and roll was bad for you, segregation, paranoia, Vietnam, the Cold War, institutionalized misogyny and racial hatred, etc.
The past, and childhood, is often prettier in the rear-view mirror than it really was. Especially if you were fortunate enough to not really have to deal with the worst parts. So, while I sometimes miss playing in a sandbox with my cousin and racing Matchbox cars and sneaking off school grounds with my friends at lunchtime, I'm glad childhood is over. I like the adult me and the life I get to enjoy in this early 21st century, and this world with its mix of futurism and nostalgic holdovers, cell phones with 'net access and small towns with the name of the local high school team on the water tower. There are things I've known since childhood that I wouldn't trade for the world.
So, heck with yesteryear. I hang on to plenty of mementos, sure, but I've gotta figure out what the hell I'm gonna do tomorrow. 'Cause it might be really good.
BTW, **DONOTDELETE**'s excerpt of Paul Harvey was excellent.