Something that I miss doing here is "reminiscing". I love to remenisce. Particularly about stuff that I did, heard, saw as a child. I don't have anyone here to do that with.
It doesn't bother me that much - I can just whip off an email to my sister and say, "hehe, do you remember when..." I'm going to be a terrible old lady.
But it makes me realise that for Sylvain and I, there are quite deep cultural differences in our respective childhoods. I grew up watching Sesame Street (the American version) and Play School (an Australian production). I knew that he wouldn't have watched Play School (so he can't sing along with me when I feel the need to burst into song), but I assumed that he would have at least been exposed to Sesame Street.
Apparently not. He doesn't understand when I talk about Grover, or Big Bird, or Oscar the Grouch, or Snuffleupagus. *shakes head*
As we go along in years, however, our television viewing seems to have converged. I'm happy to say that my all time favourite cartoon when I was a kid is also his - The Mysterious Cities of Gold. Now that rocked.