I remember my childhood

...and I remember things very vividly. It was wonderful when I was small. It was really awesome to have friends around. The joy of using a telephone first time, still fresh in my memories.

I am amazed often at how things relate to each other. Like , sometimes I eat something and the smell and taste of it takes me back into time. That smell, that taste relate to some event , or some special situation that I had experienced back when I was a child.

Like the first rains of the year and samose remind me of the time my nephew’s birth. I was studying at that time and staying with my parents.

Like a moonlit night when memories of my school and the streets around it come back. Especially if I am driving down a street with yellow streetlights I get a very nice, very romantic feeling, cannot say why. When I visit some remote place and see dim lights in homes scattered in a vast landscape, I remember how my town looked like at night.

I value these feelings and I cherish them. I like to sit silent sometimes. While driving, I often look for a secluded place along the highway, park my car and sit silent and think of nothing. And those are the moments when most of the memories come back reeling.

It was really great to be a child. It’s not that I am not happy now, just that I was happier then. It’s not about having no worries when I was a child; it’s just about not knowing what worry meant.

When we grow up (and grow old) our memories are something which keep us together. Oh, what would I not give up to experience those days again? What would I not do to be a child again and just as ignorant as I was then?

Our mind holds the key to our happiness; we just need to identify the lock.