Do you know how as children we are asked to behave like adults? To be quiet when grown ups are talking and to help out the elders at every given opportunity?
Well, I was really good at that. Always the first one to set an example for others, always the monitor, then Head-Boy. I remember how a teacher remarked to my mother that I was ‘far mature than his other classmates’. Today on children’s day, I wonder if that was a good thing or not. Because nobody tells us to start behaving like children. Or to handle a tense situation like a child would handle it—I don’t know what that’d be like...probably with ice-creams and pokemon wrist stickers (that come off too soon thouhh, I still remember carrying around half a torso of pikachu so many times). We’re told to grow up in the direction away from our childhood instincts and the innocence. We’re asked to shed them like snakeskin, to be prepared to handle the real, cruel world. As if childhood is just an exercise. A math problem designed to be immediately solved, absorbed and then forgotten.
I really hope the day comes that I witness a parent telling their child to try and retain as much of their childhood as possible. Favourite ice-cream flavours and origami tricks and all. Everything. To keep it hidden away from strict teachers and hard core relatives.
They’ll try to take it away, but I hope you get away with hiding it. I really do.