Why is it that we like to listen to or read about our past. Especially that concerning our childhood? We yearn for those days, replaying instances in our mind, as somebody else recounts her/his childhood?
When i see kids, i long to be young again. When one's heart is filled with innocence, eyes bright with laughter, with the knowledge of only the goodness of the world around them.
1 comment:
That's true...When i was a child i couldn't wait to grow up but now i wish i could go back.....
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