But Life was fun.
My childhood embraced simple moments of joy with my buddies—boys racing to beat the girls and girls racing behind them to prove them wrong.
Not even a landline telephone, and a cell phone was a thing of the future.
When I was desperate to convey a message to a friend, I ran to her home. My news just couldn’t wait till the next day.
I fabricated stories, imagined a fascinating world beyond my own, cooked up make-believe dinners, got stung by bees, chased butterflies, was scolded by my mother for playing like a boy (her rolling eyes staring at my clothes caked-up in dirt when I returned home), while my father smiled slyly to let me know that playing like a boy was the thing to do.
Now my Memories play hide-and-seek after several decades. Those days will never return, but it shouldn't matter. My memories have made a beautiful and permanent imprint in my mind, and I can delight in them as my days begin with pristine sunrises, culminating in newer sunsets.
I’ll be back soon. I have to sit by my window and pretend that I can see the day when that little girl—in a pony tail, a much-used top, and a skirt that had seen better days—is coming out to chase her dreams.”
From -RAINBOW GATHERERS- Annu Subramanian