I like the sound of kids playing at the playground. Those screams, laughter, craps. Everything. That sound is just not an annoying sound, some say sound pollution, no, to me it means freedom, leading a care free life, and a life where giving up or fed up or boring never exist in our vocabulary.
As kids, they never give up. Be it learning how to do things on their own like peeing in the potty or tie their shoelaces without mummy's help, they would do it until they can do it. or like remembering their parents phone numbers. they would go for sleepless nights just to learn and remember those small, little things. They are very determined and they never give up.
As kids, they do not cry for a bruised knee or somebody calling them names. well, it does happen, but truth is it does not really happen. They see no reason why they should cry, or to why they should bother about other people saying things to them. Nothing can hurt them. Nothing can bring them down. They see the world as a canvas, hand holding a pallet filled with vibrant colors and a brush in the other, ready to unleash something out of themselves. They do not see the world as a battle field, full of lies, anger, and all not nice things.
As kids, they could be playing the same game for hours and hours, get all soaked up in the public swimming pool and not worried about having frizzy hair or looking like a dried up fish. They can play with sand and mudd all day. All they know is have fun, things around them is like a candy store, everything is sweet, nothing is sour or bitter, even if it is, they make it sweet, they overlook those matters. bored. boring. those are alien words to them. Nothing can bore them. they just enjoy life as how it is. along with plus and minus points.
As kids, they are not afraid to fall, not afraid to go down the slide eventho waiting down there is a puddle of mudd. They are not afraid to laugh, to show, to express themselves. they are not afraid to let others laugh at them. they will laugh together.
As kids, we dont see obese, anorexic, black, white, curly, giraffe, panda. those difference dont exist in their life. the only difference is well, good kids and bad kids. all kids are naughty, if not they are not normal. kids share food, their lunch box together, despite of having little food left, kids can still say i am full because i shared it with other kids. kids are just friends with everyone, even with a pet hamster or tortoise. how good can life be.
As teenagers ? As we are now ?
what happened to the kid in all of us ? Did the kid die ? Or is it still there ?
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