I long for that time
and place
Where I spoke with a never-ending stream of words fueled by childlike
curiosity
I long for that time
and place
When I danced and jigged around in the aisles of a shopping
mall as a child without a care in the world, chattering animatedly to myself to people, or
imaginary friends
I long for that time
and place
Before I knew too much about societal conditioning, rules
and constructs that made me wonder if I was not perhaps more than a little
awkward
I long for that time
and place…
When fruit tasted fresh and sweet with jewel like intensity and
everything around the corner was new… (That’s when eating candy popcorn, going
to the movies for the very first time and even a trip to post office (the post
office for heaven’s sake!) was an adventure in itself.)
I long for that time
and place
Where all people were potential playmates in childish games,
not to be observed guardedly first for the potential pitfalls in their
intentions.
I long for that time
and place
Where friendships were simple and sharing your lunch at
break and liking the same ‘hand-clapping’ games sealed the deal on the start of
a new ‘best friendship.’
I long for that time
and place
Where sharing and receiving love was as simple as sending a
card to your primary school crush asking, ‘Will you be my valentine?’ and
getting the ‘yes’ box ticked and sent back
I long for that time
and place
When I could declare my tiredness, hungriness and happiness
to anybody and everybody who would listen, just because I was a little human
roaming free on this Earth.
Oh how I long for
that time and place…
