I want to be a kid again

May 15, 2012

When I was young, I wanted to grow up. Fast and well. But now…

I want to be a kid again. When happiness meant a simple toy or a 5 peso worth of dirty ice cream. When happiness meant having your mom kiss you good night and your dad giving you free piggyback rides. When happiness meant having playmates and running around till you are full of droplets of perspiration on your forehead drooping down until your neck.

I want to be a kid again. When love was just the idea of “I love you, Mom.” Or “I love you, Dad.” When love was just between once upon a time and happily ever after. When love was the idea of just hugging something, like my stuff toy or pet. When love was just simply explained by a heart. When love’s vocabulary had no pain in it.

I want to be a kid again. When all I knew was how to color drawings unevenly. When all I knew was that as long as food was sweet, I’ll eat it. When all I thought that when something tasted awful, it was poison. When I thought swallowing a seed would make a tree grow inside my stomach. When I thought that when I have a wound, everything I ate will come out of it.

want to be a kid again. When friendship meant sharing whatever mom/dad gave me. When friendship meant playing with each other till you both get tired. When friendship meant “FRIENDS FOREVER.” When friendship meant keeping secrets and swearing never to tell anyone. When friendship was having a quarrel with your friend one moment, and the next thing you know, you’re friends again.

I want to be a kid again. When being hurt was having your knees wounded. When being hurt meant stumbling over a piece of rock. When being hurt was being bruised because I accidentally hit the door or the wall. When being hurt was because you fell from a tree. When being hurt was because mom/dad hit me because I did something wrong.

I just want to be a kid again.

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