Our childhood

I feel an indescribable excitement within me

My eyes drift far away, endlessly

I seem to be thinking of something

Something profound and deeply meaningful

I do not know how I appear from the outside

But inside me, a restless child is running around

A kite glides through the clouds in the sky

And when we heard that sound as children, we always looked up at the heavens

One of those passenger planes is flying over us now

And the ball of children playing across the street rolls to our feet

Then a voice calls out: Sister! Can you throw back our ball?

Indeed, we too once played games with our friends

On some days, our only thought was the game of hide-and-seek we would play tomorrow

Before falling asleep, we would wonder where we could hide tomorrow so no one would find us

Have we grown up now?

What became of those old mischievous days?

What became of the brilliant plans we made while playing?

What became of the innocent childhood that woke each morning with fresh excitement?

Sometimes a person must ask themselves

What happened and how did it happen?

What became of our childhood, which grew up amid so much innocence?