oh, to be young again
today happens to be children's day!
i loved children's day when i was a kid.
i remember how we had children's day celebrations in school,
where the teachers would gamely put together a concert just for us.
they would amuse us with their funny antics, or sing songs,
oh and there was even a magician! with those pull-out-a-scarve-from-his-ear trick, which really enraptured us kids, even though now we all probably know the secret to that trick.
and the best part was how each teacher handed us a bag of treats, and was especially nice to us throughout the day, and even refrained from giving us homework! :)
and then when i went home, my parents would give me their little token of love, some new doll or a play-doh set or a super-soaker.
and i would be the happiest kid in the world.
i suppose the best part of children's day would be going to bed, knowing that i was a very loved and lucky child indeed.
i loved my childhood. i was lucky to have loving parents and almost every toy i wanted. i was carefree and blissfully happy nearly all the time. ignorance was truly bliss, then. how i wished my life would always remain like that, but of course, we all know that the road ahead is fraught with uncertainties, worries and obstacles. but that doesn't mean that adulthood isn't going to be wonderful. it probably will be, just in a different sort of way.
i love the way kids think and perceive. i love it that they can look at things in a new, refreshing way with all innocence, while most adults merely see things as they are, usually inhibited by their preconceived notions or for some, their acquired cynicism. but i still believe that there is a child in every adult. and i know, even at age 50, or older, i will still be my parents' little girl. and to someone, i will always be 'The Kid 2'. in their eyes, i will never really grow up. and they will always be my heros, even when they are aged and frail and brittle. i suppose that is how it'll always be, at least for me. sometimes i take heart that i am capable of being childish. sure, at age 20, it gets kinda embarrassing, but in a way, it shows that the child in me is still very much alive.
my favourite book is The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. it is a great book, and it never fails to remind me how much adults can learn from kids.
Although few of them remember it.
i loved children's day when i was a kid.
i remember how we had children's day celebrations in school,
where the teachers would gamely put together a concert just for us.
they would amuse us with their funny antics, or sing songs,
oh and there was even a magician! with those pull-out-a-scarve-from-his-ear trick, which really enraptured us kids, even though now we all probably know the secret to that trick.
and the best part was how each teacher handed us a bag of treats, and was especially nice to us throughout the day, and even refrained from giving us homework! :)
and then when i went home, my parents would give me their little token of love, some new doll or a play-doh set or a super-soaker.
and i would be the happiest kid in the world.
i suppose the best part of children's day would be going to bed, knowing that i was a very loved and lucky child indeed.
i loved my childhood. i was lucky to have loving parents and almost every toy i wanted. i was carefree and blissfully happy nearly all the time. ignorance was truly bliss, then. how i wished my life would always remain like that, but of course, we all know that the road ahead is fraught with uncertainties, worries and obstacles. but that doesn't mean that adulthood isn't going to be wonderful. it probably will be, just in a different sort of way.
i love the way kids think and perceive. i love it that they can look at things in a new, refreshing way with all innocence, while most adults merely see things as they are, usually inhibited by their preconceived notions or for some, their acquired cynicism. but i still believe that there is a child in every adult. and i know, even at age 50, or older, i will still be my parents' little girl. and to someone, i will always be 'The Kid 2'. in their eyes, i will never really grow up. and they will always be my heros, even when they are aged and frail and brittle. i suppose that is how it'll always be, at least for me. sometimes i take heart that i am capable of being childish. sure, at age 20, it gets kinda embarrassing, but in a way, it shows that the child in me is still very much alive.
my favourite book is The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. it is a great book, and it never fails to remind me how much adults can learn from kids.
All grown-ups were children once--
'I shouldn't have listened to her,' he confided to me one day, 'one should never listen to flowers. One must admire them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet, but i did not know how to enjoy her. That tale of claws which irritated me so much should simply have touched my heart...'
And he confided further.
'At the time, i was unable to understand anything. I should have based my judgement upon deeds and no words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I should never have run away from her! I should have guessed at the affection behind her poor little tricks. Flowers are so inconsistent! But i was too young to know how to love her.'
Although few of them remember it.
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