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Way back when I was ten
I lived a life lived at that time only by children
My world consisted of my parents, of my books and of my imagination
Adulthood was something which would not happen to me; an unknown destination

Back then I did feel forced to cater to my duty
Yes, school and homework bordered the linings of my young city
A toil it was, to carry my heavy load everyday
A toil so disagreeable, for I was the one with whom none would play!

After school, I would sit and watch the cartoons
They made me dream, for me they were like the mysterious balloons
Those having the power to take me to places which existed not 
Those having the power to make me dream of realms shined by many moons

Dreamed I back then of life made of the fantasy
Dreamed I of the Evil Witch and the Beautiful Fairy
Dreamed I of a world found beyond the rainbow
There, where children remain as they are, even at the coming of tomorrow

Sometimes I would sit and watch the rain
How sweet it did make me feel
Yes, rainy days turned me all gentle
Yes, the flowing water would have me ponder on what it takes to be human

Already was I was a loner
Loving never the company of another
Always chose I to keep to myself
Always chose I to bury my nose in those books found on my shelf

Lived I at that time in a loving family
Was I always the pampered doll
The one who filled up everyone's world
The one who would choose first, her share of candy

Of course, I played outside, in the gardens, 
Of course, I tried to catch butterflies and birds
Of course, I had no smart phones, never heard of those even
Of course, I thought stars would fall to Earth; I would hide them in my little haven

I was a boyish gamine
I was the ugly duck, who dreamed of being the golden swan
Life on Earth did seem unfair
But my imagination was there to make it all fair

My heart did beat fast at those times
For those lads who never knew of my flames
Forbidden was love, though I knew that age did not matter
Still, I chose to hide and spy on them from my hidden tower

Life, way back at ten, was lovely
Still innocent, my life back then is what I now do cherish merrily!
Life, lived as a ten year old, 
Seemed to be though, for me, a thing so, so hard!
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