I never thought of become an adult.
But the time-storm has taken me to the worst position.
I lost my old friends.
Where is my playground?
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Ahhh, Nimal, we all long for our long-ago childhoods at times. We would be far better off if we didn't grow up so fast, and maybe now that we're older, we could grow down a little and enjoy some of the things we used to - run barefoot through the waves at the beach, play in a sandbox, walk into a fountain at the park clothes and all! Your poem brought back lovely memories for me. Very nice.
Love,
CJ
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Ahhh, Nimal, we all long for our long-ago childhoods at times. We would be far better off if we didn't grow up so fast, and maybe now that we're older, we could grow down a little and enjoy some of the things we used to - run barefoot through the waves at the beach, play in a sandbox, walk into a fountain at the park clothes and all! Your poem brought back lovely memories for me. Very nice. Love, CJ