I was sitting at the window, listening to the birds chirp and the boys playing cricket on the road. It was so peaceful. No-one was home. My mother had gone to do some chores, my two sisters were sleeping and the twins were also asleep. So, technically, I was alone.
So, there I was, sitting on the chair and looking out of the window at the birds chirping , the trees whispering; the sun casting strange shadows as if it's trying to tell us something in code-language, and, above it all, I could feel the calm summer breeze on my face and hair. It was like the wind was teasing me, it's fingers playing with my hair and face.
Overall, I was feeling something I haven't felt in a long time; freedom and playfulness. Freedom because of the breeze and the nature. Playfulness because of the boys playing cricket downstairs. As I' was looking down at them, I felt a wave of nostalgia come over me. They were having so much fun, laughing when their ball got stuck on the roof of a house. Standing on top of each other's shoulders to get to the ball, playfully falling on top pf each other, punching and hugging as well. They were looking like they were having the time of their life. And I was once like them too, in school. As the flashbacks come back to me, I remember a skinny eight year-old, running away from the teacher she just pulled a prank on, with her "partners-in-crime" just behind her. Playing in the sand, making 'sand-balls'(a substitute for snowballs!), sneaking up behind classmates and throwing the sand-balls and receiving a handful in your hair and eyes yourself as you run away from your victim. And the dangerous things! Breaking the rules, and the feeling after just having broken a new rule.
And now, as I'm looking down at them, I picture myself in their shoes. It's been so long that I did something 'bad', 'unladylike' or 'tomboyish', like screaming at the top of my lungs, hair untidily strewn across my face, and just running, running, running, from the 'crime-scene' or 'prank-scene' as we called it.
As these flashbacks come back to me, I am realizing this; my childhood is gone. Now that I'm no longer a child, everyone expects me not to behave like one. But my heart still yearns to be one, that 'freedom', that utter feeling of 'bliss'. And so, sadly I say goodbye to my childhood. Now I understand what my mother used to say, about her childhood, how she 'misses' it and stuff. I am going through the same phase now.
I wish i was a boy myself, running and playing all day long without a care in the world. I can't believe that six years ago, I couldn't wait to be 'grown-up', a 'teenager' and other nonsense. But now it looks like I was happier and free then. I would like to tell all those 8-10 year olds out there to have as much fun as they can because life gets so much tougher as you grow up. I'm fourteen now and I know that kids can't wait to be a grownup, to be treated like one, but trust me, "responsibility" is the word you'll be hearing all the time in your teenage years. Pull as much pranks, but don't forget your studies, and you'll be really happy. I can't believe I'm giving 'advice' to the kids. ;) I am now officially a "GROWN-UP"!!