childhood

Childhood is a period in which to laugh freely. Dancing, stretching, laughing without burden. Childhood? Talking about our childhood must have its own story, but a sure childhood is a period in which we can play as we please, have no significant burden. Even if there is a burden, it's just as simple as not getting a dream toy.

Childhood is a time where I, you, we all do not know shame. The period in which we become small creatures, innocent who do not know much. Honesty is synonymous with children, with childhood. Because that's what kids are, that's the little boy. The innocent little boy who says what it is. When small days are just filled with: sleep, wake up, breakfast, school, school, play, shower, then learn at night. All that was in mind at that time was just learning, and playing. Aih, how I miss that time. Not forgetting when the afternoon arrives is a time where to go to spend with friends, pestle each other-to slap one another. Then go along to the teacher's house. Really, I miss. I miss the moment when I can laugh freely, without burden. I miss the moment where I can calmly eat food. Miss the moment where I can play my heart, without burdened deadlines.

I miss. Missed a time where no privacy was known. Longing for a time where there is no burden. Missing a time where no prestige. Longing for a period in which to play is a routine.

I miss. Missed playing paper dolls with colored pencils as a home frame. Miss playing hide and seek with friends. Missed the laughter of friends while playing disabused. Longing to sing long dragon snake while playing dragon snake. Longing to play house-dirt house, with a stick as people in front of the house. Rindu climbed the mango tree, then becerita above the height of the mango tree with friends. Missed playing bekel ball, with shells.

As a child I do not know gadgets, Android, or whatever kind of other smart phones. I do not know online games, I do not know games in gadgets. But my childhood is fun, no day filled with no laughter. Happy as a child is simple. Well, simple is very simple. As simple as enjoying a candle ice. As simple as playing in the courtyard of the house. As simple as winning in the game. As simple as playing a bike around the village with friends.

Childhood? The period in which play is a routine. A time when there is no day without laughter. The period in which there is no such thing as sad prolonged. If you just cried for a while, some time afterwards returned cheerfully.