When I was small, somewhere before kindergarten, I do have things that I used to think about and kept playing in my under-developed mind. Reminiscing back the old day can be something so nostalgic and heart-tickling at time. But you know what they say, treasure those moments because you only get to be a child once. Childhood is not born at birth nor is it developed – It’s like a soul that gracefully sweep in the life of young ones and becomes a kingdom where no one dies.
And so I sat one day on that wooden-calibrated chair that was probably around before I was born. It’s funny how it felt just like yesterday when I fell asleep in mom’s lap after tired of playing and fooling around on that very chair.
Though I was always to scare and anxious if I fall asleep too early, earlier than mom did because I was afraid of seeing unwanted things that mom didn’t. At that time around, I always contemplated that the singer had to sing directly in the radio when it was their song that was on air, and that Ultraman had to act and fight all over again if I pressed rewind. I even tried to grasp warily on each and every of his action and caught myself flabbergasted when he performed the same act perfectly.
Mom never let me played with scissors back then and I used to think of it as a motorcycle or a bike when you spread the leg wide open and make the holder as the wheel. Every time Mom takes me shopping, I would stand behind the concave plastic panel of the miniature hotel or building at the real estate booth - It's just so imaginative to see those tiny cars and roads being paved nicely almost like a toy. In the Taxi, i always got myself drenched in my own imagination and playful notion when i scrutinize that green-galloping horse on the meter. Too bad that those moment had to go and become part of our life and history. My advice is that they may cry, they may get on your nerve, but don’t take their childhood from them because they only get it once.
