Don’t worry be happy

It is a life well-lived.  My boyhood days are ones i remember fondly as having been sunny and  full of experience. I was a popular kid and also liked school  a lot. When the holidays came, we’d play soccer, racquets, marbles or whatever it was. When we tired, we’d roam in the neighborhood. It wasn’t always rosy, there were times i wished i had the other kid’s remote toy car or been the one with the brand new BMX model but my friends were good kids who shared so even then i could; with a hammering heart, test out the bike. Duh, such fun-filled days those were. Now as i grow older and see what today’s kids get to do with themselves, i realize how good we had it back in the 80s. Our parents knew what we were doing, there was no suspicion. When i came home late, mom would look me over to see if i had a bruise. There where no ipods. The most we had close to hand-held devices were a walkman or donkey kong.

Our time as boys was spent in the innocent group-inquiry style of play. You tried out something, a somersault or other to impress your friends. We knew each other like that. So much bliss was contained in those moments! It is a pity to see the kids of today struggling to juggle book work and play. You see them in town, after school, very distracted and oblivious to anything else while inserting their ear plugs to listen to music. I think their world is more chaotic what with all that they have to keep up with. Then the mightiest of distractions, the phone sms! Wow, the smile conveyed on their faces makes one think they were reading from a long-lost friend! I don’t know what they are going through maybe its me who doesn’t understand. All the same, i am sure there are others like me out there, so i’ll be keeping an eye out, you know what ‘m sayin’?

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