Not worn a bra.
Made a mud pie.
Run. (Unless being chased by a bee.)
Played dodge ball.
Had my hair in pigtails.
Worn leg warmers.
Gotten a home perm.
Woken up in the morning without first putting on my glasses.
Watched Sesame Street without being bored.
Had the urge to climb a tree.
Ran through a sprinkler.
Played with toys in the bathtub.
And within the last 30 years, I have learned how to swear often and with passion.