remember building forts
remember being a little kid? playing house with all the other kids on your street, it not mattering that the boys and girls were playing together. remember building forts in your living rooms or backyards and hiding away in it for hours not caring what someone thought about you as long as what you were doing was fun for you? remember the imagination that would throw us into a world of cops and robbers or cowboys and indians?
what happened to us that we cant go back to any of that? were did our light hearts and creative minds go? who told us we had to be so serious all the time?
what happened to the kid inside?