Forgotten Childhood Joys

I remember that, when I was young, one of the best parts of finishing a school year was turning to the last page of a textbook and finding fake paper money. We had a textbook for each course, but I think only the maths books had it.

Today, I saw a cashier check a child's money when he handed it over to pay for something he'd bought. She inspected it to see whether it was fake or legitimate, and it reminded me of that part of the end of the school year when I was young.

There are so many other things I used to enjoy and love as a child that I've forgotten. They slipped into the shadows little by little. I keep forgetting things that used to be a big part of my life.