I wanted to write a piece describing the stark contrast between life as a child and life today.
One that sheds light on the polarizing difference between the content, slow, happy life as a child and the monotonous, blunt, one dimensional wake-up-work-sleep routine that adults have. I had an incredible childhood in a lot of ways.
There was a lot of outdoor games, greenery, sunshine, bruises, and dirty clothes involved! And boy, am I glad to have grown up in a time, where social media, smart-phones and lookin’ fly wasn’t a thing yet. (Ok boomer.) Seriously though, I feel like kids today have it way harder that I did, in a lot of ways and I’m grateful to have had a carefree childhood!
So here is my melancholic and hopeful piece reminiscent of a simpler time. I’m sure everyone has their own color palette of memories, and I just wanted to share my rainbow!
Violet, The pretty periwinkles, That adorned my hair, When I was ten. Indigo, The ink I spilled, As I scrawled on the wall, With my brand-new pen. Blue, The way I felt, That gloomy winter night, When my friend left. Green, The grass I rolled in, Eyes opalescent, With joy and zest. Yellow, The dainty dress I wore, As I pranced around, With my favorite kite. Orange, The luscious apricots, My brother and I, Cherished with delight. Red The blood I shed, As I matured, And first felt pain, Grey, All I see, and all I feel today. Dreary, Bleak and boring, grey.
What is your favourite childhood memory? Would love to hear some of them!