Back To Innocence
Sometimes I feel jealous observing little toddlers with their friends. Their affection to show how much they love their buddies is not tainted with malice. We can see little boys with their arms wrapped around their friends’ shoulder or girls holding each other hands while walking.
Stations in life seemed a far fetch idea to these kids as well. Whether you are rich or below the economic ladder, so long as you can whistle a tune or catch a dragonfly—you’re in. You don’t need to prove anything to be accepted.
Yes! There is the occasional crying and tantrums but a big bullfrog or a wiggly worm can blow the tension away. It’s like there’s this unwritten code between kids that crying or fighting isn’t’ fun—and yeah! It isn’t!
A childhood memory with our friends is like an old road that you can navigate by heart.
I do remember that time when foods were shared willingly (even a single cookie will be divided into many parts) and stories spawn from imagination were accepted as fact. Time is of no essence so long as Mom will not holler that it’s time for dinner.
How good it is to discover that minutes were as big as melons or hours were counted by how many flat stones were skimmed in the glassy lake.
A happy hour is not at all associated with beer, however, a great time consist of watching the clouds drift slowly across the blue sky, or examining spiders knit its web, or counting how many chicks the mother hen hatched.
Deep friendships were made by a mere babbling of cross-my-heart-hope-to-die mantra, believing innocently that friends are indeed forever.
But as we grow older, priorities changed and what we consider as significant in our lives now revolves on being successful, having the flashiest blings or climbing the corporate ladder first.
People change and the friends we have made in our formative years are just but a foggy memory that once occupied a special part in our hearts.
When I see kids now being contented with what they have, who they have and where they are…I can’t help but to smile.
We’ve all been there too.
And it was a fun memory after all…
posted by jef at 11:35 PM
Yup! we should stop & learn from these little kids!
I feel exactly the same way when seeing children. Makes me want to go back to the good ol days :) When we were children, everything seems to fall in place for us. We have nothing complex to worry about... Anyway, dropped by to read :)
That is what we call the years of Innocence. Once broken, we're all sinners, just how bad depend in our "check and balance"..don't know if I make since.
I mean< I don't know if i make any sense..
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Whatever what i had being a child i carry it with me. And when things are down and the world is cruel, i find refuge within me to this child whose simple logic on the world is as easy as chosing candies.
There are times when I wanted to be a kid again and not worry about bills, work, and responsibility.
childhood is indeed a memorable time. it is when a kiss is still innocent. ^_-
It's nice to remember the good ol' days of when life was full of possibilities and dreams were wishes that could come true. And actually, I think it's important we remember those days because I believe those days are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives?
di tayo bati! beh! :p
how true! i miss being a kid!!!