Why being 8 was great

  

 

Sorry about the unintentional rhyming. Okay I’m not sorry. 

• Dinner was always ready and sometimes it even included smiley potato faces. 

• It was perfectly acceptable to wear pink leg warmers to non uniform days. 

• Christmas meant PRESENTS and usually about 4 or 5 really creep Bratz dolls. 

• Never having to text anyone to organise things. You knew the drill, be there or be square. 

• Getting married in the playground at school. 

• When they rolled out the big TV in class, you knew it was gunna be the best afternoon in your life. 

• Homework was mainly just glueing or sticking, or colouring in. 

• Being able to sit on the bench in assembly meant you were basically the queen and everyone else were your humble peasants. 

• Still being able to fit your hips in the swings at the park. 

• A birthday party without twister was not a thing. 

• Being able to give your mum a random drawing you made at after school club for her birthday. 

• Going to sleepovers and getting a sugar high after drinking fizzy vimto. 

• Telling a boy you liked by telling your friend who told her friend who told his friend. 

• If your shoes didn’t light up, you were nothing. 

• Caterpillar cakes. 

• The egg decorating competition was the fiercest event of the year. 

• Talking about what you were going to wear to non uniform day about 3 weeks before. 

Love, Robyn.