The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories, Of my childhood,
Full of innocence.
Open minded, yet immature.
Sometimes obedient, sometimes willfull.
Lying my age to be an elder,
Seeking attention from parents
When world consisted of my family and my friends,
When I had no responsibilities,
When I used to eat, play, sleep and repeat.
I lost that time,
But I didn't lost my childishness.
It lies deep within me.
Wanting the freedom to show itself,
But is being binded by an invisible yet an
unbreakable chain.
My childhood memories lies with me,
and will remain there forever.
I can share my childhood stories,
but not the feelings I had at that time.
