Milking time for these cute kids: D
I'll tell you a story.
About those who miss his childhood. The period in which the pain fell only on the knee, not in the heart. The period in which the marathon cartoon rituals on Sunday morning is a matter of obligation to be obeyed. The period in which to play, run, adventure is the most fun thing. However, not all stories can be laughed at. Not a few of them also feel abandoned, feel alienated his role as a small man, also feel the hardest things in his life while still not understand anything, That is the memory in life.
Today I entered the end of January. The dry season is so drag its sun coming from the east down to the west, a sign of the day turns night. I stood in front of the house staring at the beautiful sky. I miss the rain, gently stroking my face. Wetting my body is also the memory of my past. My mind drifted away into the past. Given all about me in childhood. Run out the house every time it rains. Enjoyed every falling, happy water. Running with the sky, shouting about anything. I do not care about being sick or being scolded. With rain, I'm happy, soothe the soul. Gesture to friends, play together. Dissolved in simple happiness, and when the rain is over I return home, bathed in warm water. I pulled the blanket, ready for bed, headed for the dream. Dreaming in the rain, coming again. (philosophy of rain)
Approach friends, we exchange stories of the past. About the universe that plays our small bodies. Make time to forget for a moment. Before smuggled parents to earth. We have been so happy in heaven. Well, this story starts from me. When I was a kid I was a kite lover. Honey, I'm never good at playing it. My job is to tie a kite with a thread. Next, I let my friend play it in the air. Believe me, seeing kite flying, I'm happy. Because my father once said, "be like a kite. The free one floats in the air. Not lost by the wind, which is a test. However, it will never be achieved. As the kite is not bound by the thread. As long as you do not cling to religion. "Then, what about your story, man?
My childhood started from Aceh Sumatra 1987. The first beginning where I met my father. 1998, a childhood like an adventurous kid. Play in the river looking for big eels..!
Play on the river to learn to swim. Deliberately looking for a fish or a large eel to eat. Not complaining when it's hot, not rainy, It's so much fun.
This is a piece of my childhood story. Who plays without fear of dirty. When the rain comes it will be very happy. Falling and wounding is common, with friends never missed I miss my childhood first. Childhood is always fun. Play as much without worrying about the city noise. Have fun friends. Never run out of energy to play, every afternoon we play. Not infrequently until the time forgot. Get home, ready with nagging. Scolded for the fun of playing. Forgot me if I should study. That's childhood. Always fun. Fun to play with friends. Not because fun to play with gadgets. As it happens today.
