My Past
I tend to cling to my childhood years. Every night i reminisce the days when I would play in the puddle of water and dance in the rain without any clothing.When I was younger, i used to hide uder my blanket to thumbsuck. I could not sleep without it. I remember my mom asking how my thumb tastes like and chocolate was my reply even if it didnt taste like chocolate at all.
But the best thing about being a child is not knowing some things about the world. There were a lot of things that I didnt understand. The only pain we felt was the wound we acquired from stumbling. Every decision we made was based on our parents instinct and the blame was on them if we made the wrong decision.
I miss those days. I miss sleeping between my parents. I miss playing in the playground without worrying if my hair was a mess. I miss trying out barbie shoes and everything pink to match barbie’s clothes. There’s so much in the yesteryears that I have truly cherished. These are the treasures of my life, the memories which I would not trade anything for….
