Childhood memories
What a nostalgia?
Remembering the good old days
My childhood days
When things seem to be much more better.
When we use to play and laugh
And as innocent as we where,
We felt no shame and where not embarrased.
My childhood days,
Though we quarrel and fight with friends,
But in the next few minutes,
You see us together again,
Playing and laughing once again
As if nothing had happened.
That is the life I miss
Being innocent as a child
Being care free and having little to wonder about...
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