Monday, May 16, 2005
Childhood
One of the signs of getting old - you start reminiscing about the past.
I've been musing over the good old days of my childhood.
The days when i don't have to worry about any tests.
The days when everything was still oh-so-innocent.
The days when relationship between frens was still bounded by the "I-friend-you" & "I-don't-friend-you" crap.
The days when I would call my mum every single day during recess and rack my brain for an excuse to call her instead of telling her straight that i miss her.
No stress, no worries, no politics
Those were the days - gone now.
One of the signs of getting old - you start reminiscing about the past.
I've been musing over the good old days of my childhood.
The days when i don't have to worry about any tests.
The days when everything was still oh-so-innocent.
The days when relationship between frens was still bounded by the "I-friend-you" & "I-don't-friend-you" crap.
The days when I would call my mum every single day during recess and rack my brain for an excuse to call her instead of telling her straight that i miss her.
No stress, no worries, no politics
Those were the days - gone now.
Clare [3:00 PM]
