"Those were the best days", I hear people confess,
But I differ for I don't recall my childhood days with much fondness.
So when prompted to pen down those memories,
I began flipping pages of my weepie, hoping to dig out a few beautiful stories.
And yeah, I did find some tales of mischief and innocence,
To begin with, I thought being able to recite correct tables was a sign of my brilliance.
And I remember shopping for the first day of school
When I was sure that the blue bag with picture of three hares would make me look cool.
And even though my parents warned that it was too small to fit all my tool,
All my perky brain cared about was carrying something beautiful.
But the bag had to be soon replaced as it was overburdened everyday,
Under the heavy load, its fragile fabric soon gave away.
Oh! How can I forget my favourite winter outfit
That read sweater with ' yes boss' imprinted on it.
Toys I did not have many, neither do I regret not having them
Cause I have a lifelong friend in my sister who was my companion in all kind of game.
That day when I had wept at the fair to get me off the ride even before it had started,
I was brought back home with a helicopter, a bike and an elephant, all of course battery operated.
And surprising it may sound but I was not judged or called a coward.
As I try to recall the name I had given to my favourite doll,
A thought strikes, maybe my childhood wasn't that bad afterall.