Childhood...

Is it just a memory lane that I walk down on,
Isn't it something I have been and have grown from,
So am I any different, I can't be,
Cause who I see in my yesterday is the same person standing in the mirror infront me,

We learn as we move, we try and improve but we only add layers and we don't remove...

We understand more and we ignore less as it has always been the other way I guess...

So the colours seems richer in the days we played,
The time seems shorter I don't remember having enough of it everyday,
The friends didn't envy, the ground was never dusty, the rain was never harsh, the sun was always dark...
Oh we just moved around in the golden colour fields..  or we jumped into puddles and small creeks,
Oh we just moved around and made any place our playground,
Oh we just moved around savouring the flavours of nature...

Oh we just moved around just as I remember, as if it was not long back but just yesterday to look back and remember...

So what is your childhood...
Is it a memory lane,
No no it's just you in a different time frame,
A few layers back, a few years back... Just you... Just you...