The springtime of Life

''Waan waaan''
''Dad I want this balloon,please daddy.''
''Peek-a-boo''
''That's my candy, don't touch it.''

I stood there silently surrounded by the innocence of these children enjoying their salad of life: CHILDHOOD.
A baby crying, a small child pleading for a mere balloon, a kid playing peek-a-boo with her mom and two little sibling fighting over a candy, its all messed up, but my eyes see something else in it, an essence of spring that they have in them that we dont have anymore. Childhood is a very tender time where we get the opportunity to mould ourselves into whatever we want. It happens with everyone, being a kid we want to live a life as an adult but thats a child's fantasy, but as we grow up healing wounds of betrayal, stitching the torn cloth of failure, jumping over the huddles of life, we understand the value of those 15 years that we left behind chasing the fantasy of becoming an adult.
Now all I wanna do is- get inside a sand pit, build my dream castle under the shelter of my parents all over again, without thinking of my clothes, what people think, how people will react but like a little kid with two pig tail.
I wanna grow up once again.