I miss...

I miss walking all through town to buy food or anything else we needed.

I miss passing more bicycles on the streets than cars.

I miss the world where the only internet people use is at an internet cafe.

I miss washing clothes by hand outside when it's hot. ((Please, don't asking me why))

I miss going to the park every night as a social activity. 

I miss spending all day with the family. 

I miss the family values that were held by the people.

I miss getting on the crowded buses to go shopping every couple of weeks.

I miss food cooked over a fire.

I don't miss the outhouse that usually had a skunk in it at night.

I don't miss the cockroaches.

I don't miss the days when the water would leave.

I don't miss the tremendous amount of mud from the rain.

I don't miss the streets filled with rocks that ruined shoes in a week.

I don't miss the outrageous heat.

I don't miss getting pushed while fighting for a place in line to get on the bus.

I don't miss trying to pass between countries and the expensive fees for Americans.

I don't miss walking somewhere with a guy who decided to urinate wherever he pleased.

I don't miss restrooms where you had to pay to use them.

I don't miss having no electricity.