Saw a cricket match going on at Parade Grounds on my way back home yesterday, and I was so tempted to get off the flyover and play spectator...I miss being a kid and the crazy stuff we did in the colony.. The scars on my knees are a testament to those fun days of berry picking, kite flying (including making the glass-laced manja!), hunting mangoes with our slingshots, endless cricket and skating sessions, hide 'n' seek during power cuts, 'pittu', hopscotch and racing each other on our bicycles.. and of course regular tetanus shots.Yup! I was pretty much a tomboy till I turned into a docile teen. Wish I never grew up.
Don't envy the kids of today though. What with endless tuitions, entrance exams, structured tennis/music lessons and no room to play in these concrete city jungles, their childhood is lost before it begins.. Wish everyone would just give the kids a break!