I miss being eight. 

I'd come home from school, Nana would have dinner made. Papa would be watching M.A.S.H. I'd do my homework, and by then my parents would be home. My brothers and I would watch Disney, go to bed and when I woke up at 2:30 in the morning George Lopez would be on TV. Me and my cousins would play manhunt in the woods and walk down to the river. 

Eight was a pretty good age for me.