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.