Childhood

My childhood is such a beautiful memory. I just close my eyes and hug myself as I think about how beautiful it was and I see a series of frames in front of my eyes. The picture is blurred but the memory is vivid. My mom trying to wake me up as my dad walks into the room with the newspaper while I lie in the bed desperately trying to catch hold of those precious minutes of extra sleep. That morning cup of milk, the smell of hot dosas with the coconut chutney, rush to get going and still the time to enjoy the company of friends and cousins. Wow those wonderful days.

Childhood is a blessing given to every person. It is the foundation for your personality. As we grow we are less likely to take the risks and challenges that we take when we are young. To the kids, a wet floor is a skating ring not a slippery daemon. They would love to run into it and enjoy the fall. What is it to an adult? What changed from then? Water is still water and you are the same person. So what is it? Is it a part of growing up? As a kid I dint hesitate to play in the mud, I loved to wrap myself to the tree, walk in the grass to feel the dew drops in my feet but it’s a different story today. I am worried about the worms, the germs and the thorns that might harm me. Should I worry or should I enjoy life as it is? Should I ignore the facts? Actually the question is ‘Can I?’. Ignorance is bliss. That’s what a child has. The fact that they are doing things not thinking about doing it makes the whole difference. Yeah that’s why the children make mistakes but who doesn’t?