Olden days

There was a time when things were lot less complicated…

when I didn’t care about messing up my hands, or clothes, with dirt…

when bicycle was my royal ride…

and the only pain I felt was after falling off the bicycle…

when I cried only when my mom would hide my favorite candies from me…

when a cup of ice cream kept me content for days…

when my best friend was imaginary…

when my dad was Mr. Know-it-all for me…

when girls used to seem like creatures from another planet (they still do, at times)…

when I used to sit with a girl on the top of a slide and talk for hours…

now I can’t even remember her name…

when I had a crush on every girl I used to meet…

when I didn’t have to worry about paying the bills every month.