One of my favorite things to do growing up was play dress-up with items from my mother's closet. I would act so grown-up wearing oversized dresses, scarves, hats, jewelry, and, of course, the high-heel shoes. When feeling adventurous, or when mom wasn't looking, I'd even experiment with her makeup. I was in such a hurry to turn the clock ahead and act like an adult.
Now that I am "all grown up", I look at my nieces and the children I teach and admire the clothes they wear thinking, "I wish they made something like that in my size". If only it was possible to go into their closets and play dress-up, only this time turning the clock back rather than ahead.
It makes me wonder, is this just a case of wanting something I can't have. Yes, I love clothes and trying on different styles when I shop, but I think this is about more than just fashion. When young, we wish our lives away, wanting to reach those milestones. When older, we realize life was simpler when we were younger and we didn't even appreciate it.
Well, I appreciate and cherish the memories of my closet time machine. It was a fun, exciting part of growing up. I am thankful I had an active imagination that allowed me to travel to another time in my mind. If only I could do that same thing now, but in reverse.