Childhood is chasing butterflies and picking flowers, playing with blocks and making towers.
Childhood is hating nap time, and thinking everything is MINE.
Childhood is crayons and coloring books, playing hide and go seek in all the right nooks. Childhood is falling asleep to your favorite lullaby. Childhood is wishing you had wings so you could soar into the sky. Childhood is only crying over a scrapped knee, or being stung by a Bumble Bee.
Childhood is collecting seashells, building sand castles, swimming and roasting marshmallows down by the seashore without a care in the world.
Childhood is thinking boys have cooties, or your mom making you wear itchy booties.
Childhood is ruining mommy’s new rocking chair, and making friends and keeping them forever.
Childhood is a time when we are innocent, when our world seems to be fair and when our universe is around out toys.
Childhood is a time when we live in dreams, when everyone seems selfless, when everyone appears to be a friend.
Childhood is the time when our life is full of colours, when sorrow never knocks on our door and when a smile is a gift presented to everyone.
Childhood is a time when love is pure, when there are no obligations and when tenderness prevails.
Childhood is a time which is long gone for many of us but smiles flow from our faces and our eyes sparkle when we revisit our childhood. Our childhood will never come back but the child within us will always be able to dream of catering tea parties and chasing butterflies.