Two years ago, I had a serious understanding how actually I was turning thirty. But after that I don't remember I ever feeling older. Things have changed, environment changed, work changed, people changed, I've changed in some ways but I just couldn't believe I become thirty two in eight days. When my lady (Sarah) heard me saying I'm turning 32 and I its shows on my face now she laugh at me and said you are still young and whoever can win your heart he is so lucky to have you.
I guess we never do feel our ages. Some people said its just only a number but deep in our heart we feel young.
I'm stepping forward and although thirty two is more than half to golden ages, there is a part of me that I just can't stop looking back my childhood days. Back those days, playing with skipping rope, and hide and seek with mys sisters. Making a little Nipa house and making little pot out from clay and pretend we were like a family with a father, mother and a baby. Reading and dreaming fantasy's like Cinderella who meet her prince charming at the party. Dreaming to become a doctor, accountant, nurse , engineer and a teacher.Listening the horror stories of my father and loved to ask question how those spirits look like.
Since I grew as a country girl, I still remember those lovely beautiful flowers in the garden of my grandmother. The mango and apple tree that I used to climb whenever its was season of harvest . I do still remember the times when my mother brought me a stuff toy when I was playing in the ground with our dog. Oh! that was the day I was so very happy.
All those happy memories of my childhood sounds appealing to me. I know its just for a while when I think about it. Just to capture those feelings one more time.
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