Childhood

It appears as a distant memory, my childhood, so much have I forgotten, and woe be that I grew up so fast and while the trees will still be there when I go, how I wish I could admire them more. Of childhood, few remember much, there isn't a thing so sublime and wonderful and yet so easily left behind as childhood and looking out the misty glass, in all solitude I ask what was my childhood? Was it a distant dream of endless wonder at the small intricacies of the delightful world? Or a myriad of colors, a kaleidoscope with but 2 small eyes to capture? Was it an alternate world, a blessed realm of ceaseless curiosity and boundless imagination contained in a small child's mind? A world when time stopped, and we shrunk to the dimensions of the lifeless toys we so happily breathed life into, a world when we knew not what balances or cheques meant, and deadlines and schedules unheard of. Yes, that was my childhood, and woe be that I cannot live it again. Contest: A Contest on Aging Sponsor: Emile Pinet Dated: 13 June 2019