Writer's Block: When I Was Young
I miss the freedom of laughter.
I miss the freedom of childlike abandonment.
I miss the feeling of not being responsible for anything huge, and that the only huge responsibility was guarding my toys with all my might.
I miss the coloring sessions with grandma, even though I'd ALWAYS color way to hard for her fancy.
I miss the feeling of 'Jia Jia Jiu' when I cooked with funny utensils and wild flowers.
I miss falling down the stairs, 2 levels at a go, and that it also it felt all cold and funny, which I weirdly enough fancied to fall down the stairs on a frequent basis.
I miss the times when I was so much of an adult to stroll to the 'MAMA' shop to buy snacks with my worldly possessions - 2 bucks.
I miss the times when I pushed my 'baby' pram out to play.
I miss the times we used to squeeze 8-9 people in a car just to go get food to eat.
I miss the porridge I had in Kindergarten, and the animal biscuits too.
I miss the teachers in school.
I miss the curly hair which I bore for a few days.
I miss being that teddy bear during graduation concert.
I miss being a kid so much.