Hive-reachout prompt 38>>"Childhood Shenanigans: The Little Things That Made Growing Up Fun"

time goes so quickly. One minute we are grown-ups trying to make sense of life, the next we are little children running about without a worry in the world. Sometimes I reflect on the things I did as a kid and I just grin at those stupid days, innocent times that seemed so natural then but now seem like far-off memories. I recall eating sand thinking it tasted somehow sweet. Absolutely nothing could persuade us otherwise. It was almost a clandestine trip only youngsters could grasp. I sometimes wonder how we didn't become ill from all of that trash. At the time, however, this felt like the most sensible route to follow.

I could still remember the Old day's when we always play school hierarchy. Having juniors meant you ensured they showed you respect. "If they dared to forget to greet, you would remind them with authority, feeling so important just because you were a year or two ahead." It was amusing how we thought just a few months of increased age somehow made us better. And we hated it when it was our turn to be juniors. And oh, the small fibs we told our parents! They would sometimes vanish on errands, offer us cash, and send us off. "Mummy, the money was just enough! Meanwhile, we had used the remaining coins to buy sweets or biscuits. We believed ourselves to be so brilliant and it was like a normal thing then, all we usually say is 'by the ways it's my parents money'
There were also those trifling disputes we had with friends or siblings over the most nonsensical matters. Someone would take your pencil and bam—war. The funniest part? We'd be laughing back together a few minutes later as if nothing had happened. No rancor, no malice—only unadulterated childhood innocence.

We also viewed maturity as something marvelous. Waiting to grow up, to make our own choices, to have money and freedom, we couldn't wait to grow up. Now, though, we see that childhood was a gem we never entirely appreciated. Just the simple pleasures of life—no bills, no anxiety.

These experiences now bring amusement to me. Their simplicity and calmness makes me remember childhood. Just tiny pleasures and frolics that kept our days interesting; we had no true concern. We now look at life from a grown-up's perspective. We know honesty, accountability, and time's passing. But at bottom there is still that small child who smiles at the recollection, therefore reminding us of the distance we have traveled.