What was so wrong with me now?

Once I remember my father saying how he missed me as a little kid. I had felt insulted. Now, I often think back to this comment. I love my much younger sisters, now in their twenties, but I too miss the joy we shared when they were toddlers. All lasting, meaningful relationships evolve into something deeper. But the feeling I didn't understand then is where the magic happened. I miss it too, Dad.