I guess when we were young, our imagination was at its peak. We get to fancy our own world without worrying about anything else. I miss playing with my toys, and just being contented. As compared now, we just can't seem to get enough.
One of my best memories was going to the garage with my grandpa and helping work on the cars. I would tell him I wanted to come to work there with him when I was old enough to. It was great bonding time.