What makes you tear up anytime you think about your childhood?

Remembering the pure bliss feeling of things like Christmas week leading up to Christmas morning, waking up to a school cancellation on a Friday and getting a bowl of cereal to watch cartoons while the snow covers everything, or swimming all day at the lake and then running into the cabin at sunset half drenched to eat hot dogs and macaroni.

The simple days. Little gifts of freedom and fun.