Looking out of the window, waiting for the slides and the swings to get attacked by the kids who’ve had a rough day feels so satisfying to watch. The sun basking its glory over kids who don’t really care about getting tanned because they don’t meet judgmental aunties who eye you like you’re meat. Childhood was absolute bliss. There was nothing that couldn’t get fixed, and even though we lived our life to the fullest, we never realized what we’re going to miss out on when we were growing up.
All of us were so obsessed to do all the things grownups do, we wanted to get taller, we wanted longer hair that wasn’t drenched in oil and ponytails, we wanted to wear heels that were longer than the size of our palms. Our “wants†were so simple back then. It didn’t include ‘reality’ that had us stand in front of a mirror dreading those sudden outbreaks of pimples on our face and fearing the judgement in everyone’s eyes.
