I miss, oh do I miss:

- The 5 millime biscuits we used to eat so much of.
- The Stil yogurts we used to shake, bite a hole in and drink.
- The cheap granite (lemon & strawberry) ice cream.
- The collectable cards (tsawer) and marbles (bees) we used to play with and collect.
- The small bunny-bunny firecrackers.
- The soccer matches in the middle of the neighbourhood.
- The hours of watching kaaboul, baseet, sasuki and the other cartoons.
- The trees we used to climb up.
- The times we were almost caught for doing something naughty but were able to run away.
- The way we used to sneak into strangers’ weddings to get some sweets and then leave before getting caught.
- The way we used to get out of being forced to take a nap after lunch in the summertime.
- The long summer days spent at the beach and the sandwiches we eat there peppered with sand.
- The afternoon sandwiches made with whatever we found around that was edible.

Those and so many other things I miss from my childhood in Tunisia, but most of all, I miss that beautiful and pure innocence of childhood, the freedom and irresponsibility.
Oh what beautiful days those were. I wish I could revisit them just for a day.