I grew up too soon

Day 9: Describe/fictionalize a childhood memory

Disclaimer: I couldn't choose just one memory, so here's an album of memories.

I grew up too soon
where did those days of playing, screaming, crying and laughing go?
Take me back
to those days of hand-fed meals
to pokemon, digimon and power rangers
to monsters under the bed, not in my head.

I grew up too soon
where did the magic go?
I miss the magic that made the fridge light up,
that brought the sun out of the clouds
that made the rain splash all over my face.

I grew up too soon
where did the innocence go?
when did I become an object of desire
when did my looks and body take precedence

I want to be that kid again
who used to believe that family was god’s gift
who used to believe that school was fun
who used to believe that people were nice
who used to believe that all love was true
who used to believe studying was fun

That kid
who never bothered about death and failure
who loved her grandfather unconditionally
who never bothered about deadlines
and pleasing people
who chased butterflies and the moonlight
who used to fall asleep on the terrace
because the stars were beautiful
who believed that being a pilot was her life goal
who used to lick the filling off the biscuits
and cake batter off the whisk
who used to throw bananas off the balcony
who copied the chirping of birds and tried
flying with them
who believed hailstorms were clouds pooping
who wanted to use balls and puppies
as stools and chairs

So many dreams and habits
turned used tos and had beens

Where did that girl go?
Take me back to her.

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