In my 21 years of age, I miss my childhood with my brother and sister. All the childhood time we spent, games we played. All the sweet memories only leave vague images.
As sweet as candy.
I miss hide-and-seek, stuffed animals being my students, our makeshift home of table, climbing through or up and down shelves as our military game, tag, London Bridg...
Makeshift lion from boxes and smelly blanket with my brother...
And it wasn't even Spring Fest.
They are classic.
Tehno-age supplanting. No more hide-and-seek, tag in field is non-existent. Playground flattened.
Cyber cafe is booming. Electronic games are everywhere. Kids could be anyone whenever - farmers, warriors, dancers, landlords, millionaires, sniper, government agents, wives, husbands, robbers, Mafia, kille...
As young as 9 checking out Facebook.
Even dolls and Barbies have ipod, cellphones, Apples of their own. Not to mention provocative dressing.
For all the best, good, better, bad or worst.
Compare to my own childhood memories, I am lucky.
Kids in this time and age won't leave much memories. They can't identify themselves anymore. Not sure how to being a child.
Being far less adorable. Laughter hears no more.
I truly lucky and grateful. I wasn't born yesterday. Not even today.
I was cute. I had a childhood.
It is still there.