Days of Youth

Days of Youth In the days of youth when hearts were bold, on tender feet, we danced with joy unbound. Brimming with hopes and dreams, we saw the world as a beautifully exciting playground. With our eyes, we captured the skies, chased the sun, raced the winds and enjoyed walks in the morning air. Oh, and how we laughed chasing butterflies and rainbows amidst fields of green without a worry or a care. There were days when we built sand castles and played on the beach while our fathers fished from Sunrise to Sunset. I remember how we argued about whose father would catch the most fish, and secretly, with our pocket- money, we would place a bet. We climbed fearlessly high up into the Mango and Tamarind trees. Daring each other to go higher and higher, searching out bird nests and sometimes getting stung by bees. Each day was an adventure and a new tale. Our imagination drifted into daydreams, fuelling our minds with incredible thoughts that lingered long after. In our diaries, we noted special moments in detail. Oh, our days of youth were full of joyful escapades, giggles, tears and laughter. As the years passed, we grew older, but the treasured memories of our carefree days of youth kept their shine and glitter. The days of youth were not always sugar and spice, but the sweet outnumbered the bitter. The spark of our childhood past will stay forever ablaze. And the days of our youth will always remain embedded in our hearts, never to be erased. by Zyrool