what do you miss?

I miss school to a certain extent. I miss playing second base. I miss watching a girl walk into a room after taking a shower, with a towel around her torso and a towel around her head; the smell is a big part of the experience. I miss black people. I miss bus rides and pad thai and the click-clack sound of high heels on hard floors. I miss running ladders and hearing 15 sneakers simultaneously sneak. I miss pulling on pigtails. I miss all nighters with two packs of camels, red bull, and stimulating, nervous conversation. I miss browsing through the stacks. I miss Nantucket Nectars. I miss the indelible patterns. I miss working the register with De La Soul in the background. I miss accents, American and otherwise. I miss having a nemesis. I miss the infrequent but long-lasting sensation of getting something right and having someone who knows the difference attest to its fundamental rightness. I miss good jukeboxes.