I miss the good old days when I seem to be dearer to everyone and everything.
Looking back to the carefree life of cookies and crayons and child’s play, I love how simple things meant the world to me. My mommie’s hugs and kisses and the way she brushed my hair made my days. I remember my 10th b-day. She bought me a new dress that I liked so much for two years ---and a pink cake. I’ve always loved fancy cakes but I never really had a pretty one till then. If I’m going to base it on a happiness scale, it was my happiest b-day ever. I was a child and undemanding things made me happy.
I remember our old old acacia tree. It was huge and it never ran out of leaves to shed off. The calming swish as I walk through inches of leaves seems to echo endlessly. I used to spend incredibly long hours sitting in the doorway to catch sight of falling leaves. They flutter like danseuse swaying in the tune of the most beautiful melody and I can feel every ounce of air breathe more life into me. I never really appreciated it before but I miss the scent of dried leaves as I roll in the ground with my childhood friends.
Our neighbors used to call me a witty and charming little girl. I didn’t get it but I smiled and appreciated it anyway. And for some odd reasons, I never considered myself a child. I always fail to see the logic when I’m acquitted of something I’ve done wrong due to age reasons. My juvenile mind refused to admit I was immature. Moreover, I’ve always wanted younger kids to look up to me so I kept wishing I’d instantly leap to 4th grade. I have this notion that if you get past 3rd grade, then you’re an adult. Ain’t I a cool kid?
It’s funny how I got into fights with some boys my age and they end up crying because I was a really tough opponent. Then we all smile to each other the following day like nothing happened. I love how easy children shake off disputes with small talks over candies and junk food.
Then there was an old atis tree too. We used to climb on it to get to the roof where we wave at passersby. But what do you expect? Of course they told us to come down. Then there was this snotty scaredy kid whose father saw him with us on the roof. The father seemed to have hated us really badly, not only because we were a bad influence to his son, but we also constantly made the little boy cry as we call him by his father’s name. Yes, we kinda bullied him. And we all loved it when it rains. It didn’t really make our games a lot different other than the fact that we were prone to accident.
There were many things I didn’t understand--- but I didn’t ache over them. I miss the old me. I miss being a child. But the old acacia tree is gone, my friends have led different lives and I’ve grown up for better things in life. My childhood might be a memory but will forever remain dear to my heart.
