My Childhood
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Once upon a time, we were young, we were free though not the wildest ones you've seen. But we were the happiest then. With my closest kins always around, we'd spend endless hours running around, playing masak masak with dried leaves & real fire, walking a long distance to our favorite playground.
Even helping the indian boy who lived beside us to set the caterpillars on fire that were munching on his plant was a pleasure. Of course come to think of it now, we were really ruthless & disgusting for kiddos?
My siz agreed too, that period will forever remain as the happiest days of our lives. We'll create future happy moments for sure, like having a house we call our own, building our own family, having our first babies, etc. But nothing will replace those days as the happiest days because no matter how happy we're and gonna be, we'll never be as burdenless & carefree as we used to be. Not that we don't want to be, but we can't. We're all like prisoners trapped in the same cell otherwise known as Life.
Adults and children were always gathered around for laughters and food. We still do that now, but only on a yearly basis for CNY. But things don't feel the same anymore. Perhaps because the only factor that held all of us together isn't the same anymore: my grandmother who has lost her memories of herself, of us & of life. Perhaps we are all lost in the past happiest memory, with her.
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